I think I've played the wrong sport since childhood.
And yet, when I reflect back on the small episodes I had playing the sport I should've played I'm beginning to realise that I should've paid closer attention to the achievements I made - the signs!
The sport I should've played should've been volleyball... not basketball growing up.
Now while I grant the fact that there weren't too many volleyball nets around back in my day and one couldn't just go down the park and find an available net to practice, I should've stuck it out and taken it up regardless.
In fact, when I reflect back to my younger years fresh in high school at the tender age of 13 years old I represented my school in an interschool carnival competition in volleyball. And we won that competition! We didn't lose a game!
I can't remember whether I had much to do with our team winning (I'll say that I did just as filler - lol), but that should've been a sign right then and there!
Why all this nonsense about volleyball all of a sudden??
(Yes I can all hear your thoughts from here.)
Today, prior to my basketball game Mark informed me that there was a national WOMEN'S volleyball competition going on at the recreation center and that it might be worth a look see before our game.
No sooner had he told me this information I was already travelling at a rate of knots on the freeway making my way there (I think I even got flashed by a speed camera - *sigh*).
And oh boy was I in heaven when I arrived.
Three words: long legs and short shorts (or was that five words?? I can't think straight).
I didn't even need to stretch or warm up prior to our game as my heart rate was well and truly ready before tip-off!!
Considering we also won and I top scored I'm beginning to think that maybe I might need to conduct some more research into this area.
Long legs and short shorts. Women jumping up and down, diving everywhere on the ground...
I haven't stopped biting my fist all afternoon. ;-p
A Tired Sigh
2 days ago