Sunday, March 22, 2009

Take one for the team

I rediscovered my passion for volleyball. For the past 2 months, we've been meeting together on Thursday nights from 8:30 - 10:00 to play volleyball. I probably wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for Camille. She's younger and can actually bend her knees and use her arms in a coordinated manner and wanted me to go with her to the volleyball games. After the first night I was hooked! Mostly I just stood in my spot and added commentary to the games-"Way to go, nice hit, now that's a volley, Woo-hoo!" You get the picture. If the ball did come to me I'd move my feet a little, hit it and pray it would go over the net or to a person who could help it over the net. Last Thursday, the game was a little different. When Camille and I arrived, there were only 3 women. My team had 3, the other, only 2. We played for 45 minutes with this number. Standing and commenting was out of the question. I had to run and hit and serve--alot! This night I was actually sweating. We were all exhausted then a few more women came and we had 5 on each team. I wanted to quit, after all, I did my duty. If I quit to go home, Camille would have to leave too, since we came together. It would be harder for the others to play with fewer people, the original 3 were exhausted too, so I kept on going. I had a good time, a nice bruise, a sore back and even a sore jaw when finished. We all have to take it for the team. As a mother, father, spouse, sibling, co-worker, church member, friend, neighbor, we have all had to make sacrifices so others are happy and healthy. We may not like it but at times it's necessary. I appreciate the sacrifice others have made for me.
Next week I'm wearing long sleeves to the volleyball game.


Kazzy said...

Way to take it for the team! That sounds like a blast. I love team sports. My bball team won regionals on Friday! Woot! BTW, your youtube add-on is blocking your text on your post. I had to copy and paste it in Word to read it.

Camille said...

You need to give yourself more credit. Not only are you the team cheerleader, but you're the team captain (and the team mascot)! I honestly think those games would be dead silent without you there - except for the sound of the volleyball blasting off of the ceiling and walls.
You're a 17 year old in a 29-year-old's body.

The Newest Mexicans said...

That is one NICE bruise!! I likes the blog Momma

wendy said...

That is great!! I love volleyball, basketball --(not baseball, that ball scares me) I love to play but these ol' bones don't quite carry me like they used to. (dang) And when you have "war wounds" to show off ---THAT IS YOUR OFFICIAL BADGE OF HONOR GIRL.
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