Well, it’s Thursday. The day my SA usually kicks in. I had the bright idea last night to try to return to pickup ball after taking the summer off for softball. Naturally, I bailed at the last minute. I know it will be easier once I start going on a regular basis, but today was little tougher to get going. The Boy wasn’t going to be there, which is usually my main reason for going. It’s also easier since I tend to use him a social crutch, staying near him when there are alot of people around. I should have known last night he wasn’t going to be there since he emailed me and didn’t ask if I was going (he always asks). stupid me didn’t realize this until after I told the household I would be home late. Boy, we’re they surprised when they found my car in the driveway when they got home.
So no Boy, too afraid to play with a bunch of near strangers, and afraid to make a fool out of myself in front of said strangers since I haven’t played in a while. Also, I’m not very good. I know this, but I keep wanting to play anyway. I must be a masochist. I’m the only girl there, and some of the guys are nice and actually pass me the ball. I’m just afraid without my friends there, I will be cast to the sidelines/ignored like on some school-yard pickup game. ugh.
So instead of ball, I got a smoothie and ran/walked a couple miles when I got home. I also have a slice of cheesecake waiting for me.
The one thing that did lift my spirits today was my friend let me drive his new Mustang convertible. That was pretty awesome. I want one 🙂