The gym just isn’t for me. It is not something I look forward to and so I always find an excuse to avoid going.
I am tired.
The girls would miss me if I left them for an hour to exercise.
My car is almost out of gas and there are no gas stations on the way to the gym.
I stubbed my toe.
It is too cold to leave the house.
You get the idea.
The gym isn’t the only way to exercise and so I have been exploring other options.
Softball for instance used to be a sport that I absolutely loved as a child and as a young adult. I looked forward to every game. I even loved going to practices.
I did some research and found a women’s softball league in my town and thought it would be fun to try out.
I was so excited. I wrote an e-mail to the league asking them to forward me information about tryout dates and game schedules but then thought twice about sending it. I didn’t want to join until I tested out my abilities. I needed to see if I was still able to play the game well.
To test out my abilities, my brother and I went to a local field and I…
Hit a few balls.
Threw a few pitches.
Ran around the bases.
And…after 10 minutes I felt completely winded.
I was gasping for air.
I was asking for an inhaler because I was convinced I was having an asthma attack.
I was panting.
Overall, I was a mess.
There is no way I can join a softball league. I would not be able to keep up with my teammates and angering a bunch of women doesn’t seem like the wisest idea.
Maybe joining a softball league is something I can do next year. For now, I will stick to walking around parks and malls with the girls.