Full Court?
About six years ago I had a group of guys that would get together every week or so and play basketball. We’d sometimes to a full court thing, sometimes half depending on the number of guys that showed up. It was never really an organized thing, but it was really fun when a bunch of guys showed up and we could make it a real game. We’d play for a few hours and then all hang out or grab dinner or something after. Like I said. That was about six years ago.
Well last night I got a text from my buddy Josh letting me know that a group of guys were getting together to play. I’ve been wanting to start playing again ever since we have moved here but haven’t found out where people were playing. So last night I decided to give it a shot.
Now it’s been literally about four years since I have even tried to play an organized game of basketball and I get there only to find out that this is full-court, five on five, real deal basketball. With guys that are used to doing this every week. And me without my oxygen tank. Two straight hours, five games, more running than I have done in years, more jumping than I have done in years, more running into sweaty men than I have done in years, and today I can barely walk.
I had a great time though and can’t wait till next week. I just hope I get the feeling back in the bottoms of my feet by then. Turns out taking six years off of doing something like that can really make it hard to get back into it.
What’s something you used to love to do, but haven’t done in years? What’s stopped you from doing it?
IRan
I went running tonight, and I want to die.
My friend Michael, who doesn’t blog anymore, and I have been talking about running together for a few weeks now and tonight we finally made it happen. We have about a three mile circle around our neighborhood and we did the whole thing. Now, he has been running for a few weeks. I have not. I went once last week, and then didn’t want to anymore forgot the rest of the week.
See the thing is I’m not a runner so I have to really hype myself up about it. I have to convince myself that I like it and really want to do it. I have to tell myself the next morning that the reason my leg won’t work is because I did something good. That’s hard for my brain to do.
I did however realize that if I have the right apparel for running it makes a world of difference. Tank-tops and running shorts. I’ve never owned either, but I see where it helps. This picture is of me just before my run.
I’m completely lying. This is one of the nastiest pictures I have ever seen and I apologize if it offends you. But honestly, it should offend you, I mean look at it. Could it get nastier? And really when it comes down to it, it’s amusing to me, so I get to have it on here. Come on. You know it’s funny.
Seriously though. Running is good for you or something. You should do it more. As long as Michael can put up with me whining like a baby the whole time, I’ll keep giving it a shot.
You run?
