Six Years And Counting

FB memories are a funny thing. I began a journey into the unknown EIGHT years ago, and what was supposed to be a quick four to six week healing process knocked me on my ass for a full two years due to complications. Six years ago I was released by the doctor from my final …

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Healing

For the second week in a row, my Garmin data tells me this: This poses a number of different problems: Running (oddly enough) has turned into my catharsis. It keeps my head right. It keeps me thinking straight. It keeps me from going to dark places. I did not know that it was all that …

Winning, Part Deux

Remember this? Well. One of the girls that plays on my co-ed competitive team is the team captain of the team who consistently wins the T-shirts in my women's leagues. We've been friends for quite a while. Last night she said that two of her girls were dropping from her team and she needed to …

After The Love Is Gone

I've spent the last couple of months wondering if an era is coming to an end. For years and years Mark and I have played volleyball together. With the exception of the few years I took off to fix my prolapse issues, we've been playing year round. Indoor. Outdoor. Tournaments. It's what we do. Since …

Interchangeable Parts

When I moved to this town in 1996, one of the first things I did was to start playing volleyball again. It had been years since I'd been on a court and it felt great to be there. We have an awesome Parks and Rec department in my town, plus our local YMCA also has …

Conversations Around The Gymnasium

In my little town we have a fantastic Parks and Rec department. Lots of organized sports for people of all ages. Basketball, volleyball, soccer, softball. If you or your children want to participate in sporting events, chances are that in this town you will be able to find something that fits your age group and …

The Only Thing Worse

I may or may not have issues, but there are certain types of men that I feel  the overwhelming need to just take down a peg or two. A few years ago (actually DECADES – yikes, I’m old!) Mark and I played volleyball with Mr. Wee Man. He was a short little guy who thought …