Proof of the power of Prayer and getting better as you age...
(Dear flist - this may be long and boring, but it is really important to me and I hope some of you actually read it all the way to the end...it should, at least, have amusing parts...)
I may have mentioned casually somewhere along the line that I am not particularly athletic. I should clarify. I am not particularly athletic the way Neville ( Read more... )
I may have mentioned casually somewhere along the line that I am not particularly athletic. I should clarify. I am not particularly athletic the way Neville ( Read more... )
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I see a ball and run run run run - but not like the wind because I'm not that fast.
Well done on first of all getting there and staying there.
And scoring ...
YAYYYYYY
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Yay!
I am so glad! Imagine being able to dribble the ball after all these years. This goes to show that when the criticism goes away, the latent skills come creeping timidly out. And making baskets... oh yeah!
And glow-in-the-dark shoes... awsome! I want a pair now. Which shoes are these? Can we wear them to school the same day? Oh. Wait. We're out of high school. Oh well, I could get a pair and we could coordinate the days we wear them, just because.
This is wonderful, this basketball thing. I am so glad you did it!
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My theory is that these things automatically become better when you are no longer at school/afraid of being humiliated by your classmates. I played softball for a summer a couple of years back on pretty much the same theory. And yes, I was indeed terrible. The worst person on the team who was not physically disabled, in fact. But no one was cruel about it, and I found that because of that I was able to enjoy myself. And like you, I actually learned something when doing it as an adult. Like, how to properly throw and catch a softball. Which I had never learned, just been told to do. Ugh, stupid PE.
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