Thursday, June 22, 2006

Je suis trop vieille pour cette merde!

Okay, so after yesterday's post, I decided to try to appease all of my personalities (again, after that statement, I'm thinking I might seriously need some therapy).

I allowed Morning Grumpy to sleep in, but I was adamant that I would be up and moving around before 10am. AND IT WORKED!

At 11:30, I took Second Daughter to a ball field and pitched softballs at her. She was hitting really well at the beginning of the season, but she has gotten into a bit of a slump. Long story short, we worked on technique for about a half an hour there, and then we drove to the local batting cages and hit for another 30 minutes (this is all Fast-Pitch softball, btw... not "beer ball"--aka, Slow-Pitch).*

As a teacher, I was always better at modeling how I wanted my students to sing... it's difficult for me to explain to someone how to shape their mouth or sing from their diaphragm. Working with the daughter today... same thing. I kept trying to explain (in vain) how she was swinging too much with her arms and not so much with her body... so I had to demonstrate that, too. Not only did I hit a few balls that she pitched at me, but I also hit at the batting cages.

So, what is this post really about? Hmmm... if you're a regular reader, you probably know my workout habits. And that I've complained that I'm out of shape. And that I was in physical therapy for about 6 months with a bad back.

How did I do today? I was really shocked! I hit the hell out of the ball! I shagged a few grounders... which of course means I had to bend over and really try to get the ball. Ah, muscle memory. I can't tell you how good it feels to hit the living snot out of a softball. The old batting stance was right where I left it... [mumble, mumble] years ago.

Right now, I'm feeling pretty good. No aches in the shoulders or back. Legs feel pretty good, too. But TOMORROW... eek! I have this nagging notion that, tomorrow, I'm going to feel like I was run over by a bus. I might be a little proactive and start the ibuprofen now.

God, it's hell to get old. But I'm looking at it this way... I might have a great "Why did I do that?!" for my Friday Why Files tomorrow. ;-)

*The batting practice helped in her game tonight! Instead of hitting a wimpy shot to 3rd base or straight at the pitcher, she hit a nice one right over the head of the girl playing 1st... well out into right field. Woot!!!


Stinkypaw said...

If you feel your muscles in the morning, just blame it all on MG! It has nothing to do with you being too old... c'mon!
Remember, we don't call you MA'AM! ;-)

Maliavale said...

There's nothing as satisfying as WHACKING THE LIVING SNOT out of a softball. Unless its a golfball or a 3-pointer in hoops. Man, I love that stuff.

Now, then. You need another iTunes purchase? If you liked that Kathleen Edwards album, you might check out Neko Case's "Fox Confessor Brings the Flood." It's one of my top albums of the year, and it's a little darker than KE, but I also think she has a more stunning voice.

Ludicrousity said...

You're not old! It's all in your mind. At least that's what I tell my parents to tell themselves. Wait. No I don't. I'm always telling them how old they are. Scratch that.

goldennib said...

Sounds like a very satisfying day.

don't call me MA'AM said...

stinkypaw: yeah, but someone called me Ma'am at the store the other day. Grr! ;-) Oh, and I AM feeling it this morning. Yipes.

maliavale: I know! When I hit the sweet spot on the bat or on my driver, it is incredible. I suck at basketball, so a 3-pointer is probably out of the question. haha

Thanks for the suggestion... I'll check Neko out!

ludi: Yep! that's what happens to me. My kids tell me I'm old... my husband tells me I'm old (he's two years younger), my DAD even tells me I'm old. I'm feeling the love. ha!

goldennib: it was. :-) I just hope I didn't over do it.

Ludicrousity said...

Feel the love!