No, I’m not delusional about my current state of fitness. But OMG!
Dude’s first pitching lesson, I got one of his buddies to catch for him.
His second lesson, it was all me. For the entire hour. I LOVED it! Had a blast. It’s fun to see – and feel – his progress from behind the plate. And it’s just fun to catch That was last Saturday morning.
Sunday morning, WOW! Legs were a bit on the sore side
Tuesday he had another lesson. Again, it was just me catching. I was happy to do it and looking forward to it!
And all was fine, until the last 10 minutes. He learned another pitch and they were sailing a bit high to start with.
Let me just say that my MIND and ARMS were totally ready to jump up and catch those balls. They were not out of reach with a little effort.
But my LEGS had a totally different plan!
Once I tried to jump for a ball and . . . nothing. Seriously, NOTHING happened. My legs had decided enough was enough and I got shut down
They didn’t even hurt. Weren’t even sore.
They were just done.
For someone who once caught 8 games in a single tournament weekend, this was SO disappointing! And enlightening
It actually made me giggle. Coach and Dude both looked at me like WTH are you giggling about?
I just smiled and giggled more, limped to the ball, and threw it back . . . and forced myself to catch the rest of the 10 minutes.
Thankfully, he got the pitch down. In the dirt is catchable without much effort
Friday he has another lesson – and I’m going to catch.
At least I know I’m getting a good workout!