It’s now Wednesday and I am less than four days away from making my competitive softball debut. I’m still feeling rather ambivalent about taking yet another activity in my already full life. It’s kind of amusing how the timing really plays a big role in deciding whether something is going to work or not. I recall having a conversation with a friend of mine this past weekend about setting up a time every week to play badminton. I sort of balked at the idea, not because I don’t want to play regularly, but because it was just too much pressure to have an additional commitment every single week. Yet, here I am. I am not 100% sold on this new hobby, but I think the idea of being a part of a team helps to deal with the fact that I will be away from my house every Sunday evening for the next few months. It feels like it would be more of a disappointment if I didn’t show up and let the team down (unless I suck and then it’s a relief for us both). One upside to this new hobby is that it has allowed my husband and me to bond. He is a veteran softball player, and has taken to using the language of ‘training’ me so I can be ready to play. In fact, last night we went out to a local baseball field, and we practiced hitting and throwing. Other than the pleasant surprise that I can actually hit a softball from where the pitcher normally stands (throwing is a whole other story), the other real joy was getting to spend that time with him. He is clearly in his element with softball, so I think if I do decide to pursue this for real, we will get to enjoy it together, which is a nice bonus. I’m off to look for cleats on Amazon (I had no idea you needed special shoes to run around on a field, good thing someone knows these things)!