so I'm not as sore as I thought I would be. My calves are the only major area in protest. It has been over a decade since I played like that, and if I do say so myself, I wasn't all that bad.
It was three-on-three half-court then four-on-four full-court with a group of men. oi
I was a bit hesitant at first, the apparant regular girls never showed, and this was my first time meeting any of them. It took them a little while to warm up to me, but they gave me a chance and by the end they had welcomed me right in.
They didn't ask me my life's story or how my day had been
but they treated me like a woman and protected me like men
I didn't have to pretend that I was happy or explain if I was sad
I was in the zone and content to just play some ball.
I didn't have to talk and I laughed when I wanted.
I could just be and not worry about the rest of the world.
I am grateful for that.
10.10.2005
basketball
Posted by Tracy A. Wieler at 10:10 AM
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