As I write this post I have no idea what happened in football tonight. This is a good thing. It means my hunger for the sport has sated. It could also have to do with the fact that I actually played ball tonight, participating in my (5th?) Maricopa High Alumni game. I didn’t go to MHS, but I play for the city team and get a lot of joy out of it. So, I write this with sprained fingers–a trademark of all of my play as of late–and a smile. We lost. We generally lose, but it felt good to be physically active again in a way I enjoy as opposed to the slogging nightmare of the gym.
I hate the gym. Maybe I’ll like it when the boys are old enough to lift with me. Probably not. I never liked the gym. I tolerated it in the way I tolerate a great many things in my life that keep my life slowly rolling forward towards true happiness.
I like being outside and running with a purpose.