You know what makes a bad day worse: spilled Sprite on the floor....it really makes your flip flops stick.
About 6 months ago I used to be able to say I could jog 4 or 6 miles, and even now I still make the effort to try each week, (I run 2 miles away to force myself to have to run the 2 back). But lately I feel myself just plodding along. I miss the days when 8 miles wasn't even something I'd even blink at.
So I'm tired, but that's not a new topic, and the last thing I really want to be writing about is my struggling jogging life. I'm also aware there's only 3 weeks left of school & 2 weeks of football so I know there's a little rest coming soon at the end of this busy season.
Softball though, now that's a different story: games are scheduled for every weekend in May, (that is including Friday night practice, Saturday and Sunday games), (except Mother's Day). Softball games aren't scheduled for just one game a day either, not even double headers....we're talking triple headers. all.the.time. So that's been my eye-opening experience in the world of softball. But I have to admit, it never matters to me if my girl's team is losing...it's when there's that moment she slides to catch a fly ball, or makes a 2 run basehit, that I'm loving every minute of it. She looks like a pro in my shades too.
But I have come to realize the hardest part of it all is getting there. Wether it's dragging my buns out of bed to psych myself up for a 4 mile plod, or packing up the 3 coolers at 6 a.m. for a 3 game day, or carrying a chair, an umbrella, & a cooler & 2 ice-jugs uphill both ways to a football game....once we've arrived we're good.
And when I've gotten us to where we need to be, then my day feels right. I may be plodding along, but, hey, atleast I'm still moving.
