This five hour sleep thing is not the gig I like to have, but it seems it is my summer life. Last night we did not get home until midnight. I played softball for the first time in seven years. I was nervous and excited all at the same time. There was a time that I was an athlete. Trained and skilled...ohh cocky. It was my life. Not just softball, any sport I was allowed to play. I don't want to say I am washed up, but ggiirrrlll my legs do not move like they use to and having a chest the size of mine is not runner friendly. (Thanks to childbearing) I had a youth pastor (female) once always tell me, "You just wait...Fat happens." I never believed her and would pass it off, but guess what... "Fat Happens." Competitive drive is my drug of choice. I do not care if it is cards, tennis, washing dishes, getting from point A to point B, puzzles, board games, kickball, well you get the picture... I want to win. Be faster, smarter, better then the competition. After saying all of that, I want to say to myself, "Idiot." Because this morning my legs feel like jello, and I can't swear to it, but my shoulders feel as though I have been body building in my sleep. Which brings me to wonder if I can fit into any of my t-shirts. Once again I want to say to myself, "Idiot."
Now for the five hour sleep...guess who is the reason for that? CHARLEE!! (puppy) I will give some of the guilt this morning to my stomach. I woke up starving. I am sure it was because my body is not use to burning up that type of energy. The woman that batted before me was fast and in her day was an athlete and still is involved in sports like me. However, she would challenge the other team in the field and would run... every time we were on base together... I thought to myself, "Shit. Here we go...run...run..." Don't get me wrong that is exactly how you are suppose to be, but for me I was just getting back in the swing of things. I loved every minute of it. I was getting my fix. Not sure how long it will last, but I know like an addict I will begin to want more. That is why everyone in life needs a Tandy. One that will say, "Now Chana Dawn. Shit Fire Chana Dawn." Yet be your biggest cheerleader.
I will tell you what was pretty awesome about last night. My boys. I preach and coach the boys about techniques with sports all the time. I know techniques, and after I got warmed up they got to see mom swing to the fence. After seeing it, they were so hopeful I would hit a homer, however just a couple hit the fence. They ran out to centerfield hoping to catch my ball. Last time I played they were maybe 3 and 2 years-old. I would sit them in the dugout and tell them to stay there while I was in the field. They would sit in the mud and dirt with their matchbox cars, happily playing in the mud. It is crazy how fast they have grown and things have changed. Plus for me, fat happened so quickly, and Tandy Dixon's cooking doesn't help.
I got my fix, but it has left me hungering for more. We won, which makes it worse. Maybe not today, because my legs are like jello and shoulders are bulging, but soon. It will grow until I get another fix. So no one be surprised when you hear from the top of our hill, "Now Shit Fire Chana Dawn."
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