Getting Back to Basics

I did mention previously that my eBay experience has been a positive one. This morning, I spent a few minutes putting the finishing touches on sending out 6 packages of items that are getting re-cycled to others who will find more use for them than I have. Sadly, this does include all of my Winsor Pilates DVDs. No, I'm not sad for sending them off to a new home...but sad that I brought them into my home in the first place. Granted, I did have good intentions...but they were not realistic ones. I have never been a good candidate for Pilates or Aerobics or any other event that seems like an exercise version of cheerleading...actually it's not the activity itself, but rather the fact that you need to have a group mentality "buy in" to get into these kinds of activities. I don't mind being an active player on a volleyball or softball team, which involves chasing around some kind of ball and includes scoring (and winning), but am the least likely to go to an exercise class, and even think that trying to do the home exercise class is too much of a stretch. What's missing in my psyche? Is this something that the rest of you also feel--or is the best part of an exercise class for you part of taking part as a member of the group?

Thank goodness that the fall/winter volleyball season has started up again, and that I have a lovely German Shepherd with boundless energy that encourages me to stay active in other ways! How can I refuse this guy's mug when he wants something--he's gorgeous!

Neglecting my blog

Dear blog (and my blog followers),

I hope you can forgive me for not writing since last Friday. In Thursday night's softball game, I collided with a guy who seemed to think he was entitled to the second base that I was charged to protect. I have to admit that probably for the first time in my life, I actually dropped the ball on impact. What that means to someone outside my body, is that the impact REALLY must have hurt. Anyway, I played out the game, and was able to hit a zinger past the guy who had run into me when I next got up to bat, and we did win the game. The offshoot is that I have a swollen, green, bruised right hand, which makes typing a little more subject to typographical errors and a tad more difficult. So, although my thoughts continue to flow freely in my head, they're just not flowing as easily onto my keyboard. I've committed to NOT playing volleyball tonight or softball on Thursday, and have been doing my RICE therapy diligently, but there remain some motions that are painful.

So, if you can see it in your heart, please forgive me for not writing as often as I should. Now I have to go convince my dog that I can still play ball with him, albeit with my spastic left hand...

Edna