When I was in high school, which is usually the normal time for people to play an organized sport.....I did nothing. I was THE MOST unathletic kid on the block. I almost always was last picked on teams during gym class. No one wanted me on their team...I couldn't catch the ball, kick the ball, hit the ball In fact, any ball I saw flying even remotely in my direction made me duck and hide for dear life. I just don't like flying objects. Then...I discovered running. Running had no balls. Just legs. Roads. Fresh air. Speed. No balls. No teammates to tell you, "You suck!" Now my husband is a different character than myself. He loves contact sports. He was a jock. This man is very agile. Sometimes...I think he's part monkey or something..... Our idea of a "day at the park" differs. I want to go for a run. He wants to throw a football around. We now compromise with a frisbee.... Last time we threw a football around? Near-Marcia-Brady In
Ruminations of a runner and recipe-maker, who serves up ranty cynicisms from time to time.