Yesterday we went to the church to play kickball with a couple of families. January to June birthdays were on one team, July to December birthdays on the other. We have gotten together to play games with these friends several times. There is enough competition in all of our blood to keep the games moving and exciting, but not enough to do damage to relationships.
Kickball is a good game for all of us: there is enough movement to make us feel like we have exercised but the bases are close enough we can run around more than once, and all ages can play.
In my head I am still coordinated. Not so. Not so. My first kick the ball didn’t go very far, but my shoe did--flew up by the pitcher’s head. I put my shoe back on and kicked again and made it to first base, but running to second the other shoe flipped off and flew towards the pitcher. Besides losing coordination, I have also lost some good sense and what kind of shoes are kickball appropriate.
It was entertaining watching the old and young play together. The young can jump, duck, slide, and catch the balls. The old have the bravado and voice but can’t back it up without getting hurt. Calvin hit the floor once, Ken got hit in the face by the ball as he attempted a beautiful slide into second base, while Brenda stayed off the floor but feared for her back as she bent to avoid a throw. Janet was already sidelined with a previous injury. Brett was hale and hearty and covered home base nicely. Abe knocked me flat on one play and all I could think was “Pleeeeasse don’t let something break” as I went to the floor. I’m not a graceful faller, I imagine I would thump if I fainted, so everyone kept asking if I was going to be okay. I said I was because I kept thinking, “I don’t hurt nearly as badly now as I will tomorrow.”
We all came to our home after kickball and played some more games and ate dinner . . . and I sneaked in three ibuprofen. Ibuprofen is a great blessing to my tailbone and wrists today and the arthritis the rest of the year. I am grateful for those little round pills of relief.
5 comments:
Looks like a great group! I am greatful for ibuprofen as well. (Hint: You can take 800 mg at a time if the pain gets really bad. Believe me!) I'm glad your Christmas was merry.
I am definitely thankful for ibuprofen!
I love it that you got together with another family to play kickball! That is such a fun game and is so great for all ages. I would love to play again.
I'm sore. (muscles, not feelings)
Thanks for the fun afternoon,
BRENDA
I loved the play-by-play of injuries! You are braver than I.
I'm grateful for ibuprofen as well! Here's a tip: I used to take 3 or 4 at a time when I was really hurting but I found out that that is not wise. My mom got a stomach ulcer from doing that. Her doctor told her to take 2 ibuprofen and 2 Tylenol instead. I've tried it and it works just as well!
It's been awhile since I've played any sport that involves sprinting. It's just not a good look for me.
But, what a cool mom you are!!!!!
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