This spring my husband joined a softball team.
And three things happen every time his team plays.
1. The wives drink wine (in fact if I had known softball could be this enjoyable, I wouldn’t have dreaded gym class so much).
2. The guys lose and then go drink beer.
3. At least one of the guys always gets injured (playing softball, not drinking beer).
At first I figured the injuries were due to their intense commitment to the game and their desire to push themselves to the outer limit of human endurance.
And then I realized they are just getting old.
In fact, there is something about the aging process that apparently makes you more susceptible to injuries.
Because after letting my body atrophy for the past two years, I decided to pick up a tennis racket. Now I played tennis as a kid (mostly because it’s a requirement if you are raised in Connecticut) but I hadn’t played regularly in a long time.
At first, it went well.
And then sometime just after “really well,” I ended up at the orthopedist.
I had hurt my knee.
But an MRI (which is weirdly claustrophobic and relaxing at the same time) showed no major injuries. In fact, the orthopedist mentioned that I had, “a very nice knee cap.” I think by “nice ” he meant a “young and sexy knee cap” but I never exactly confirmed this.
He told me I had to start do some strength training on my legs to protect my knees but I only heard, “blah blah blah treat yourself to some candy and wine blah blah blah.”
By the time I had my follow-up appointment, my elbow was hurting too so I feel like I really got my co-pays worth. Who doesn’t love a 2 for 1 bargain?!
Anyway, now I’m sort of addicted to this sport that is slowly destroying my body. I can’t wait to find out what I injure next. But on the upside, cute tennis skirts!