Softball.

This weekend I am to play in a Breast Cancer Awareness Softball game at my alma mater. Normally, I would be super excited to partake in the event, but as I have not picked up a softball in a non-joking matter, in two years I am deathly afraid of what is going to happen on Saturday.

Softball was a great part of my life in high school; I loved every minute of it! Spending time with friends for a few hours all with a common goal was a great experience. I can still remember the signs to give to the pitcher. I have so many memories that I cannot even begin to describe. Those girls, doesn’t matter which season it was, all made an impact on my life, and I can’t wait to see and play with them all again.

This past semester, I signed up for an intramural softball team for an organization at Texas A&M, it was slow pitch, and I realized that I was in no shape to play fast pitch anytime soon! That was December, here it is February and the game is in 6 days, and I am still not ready for this game. Procrastination at its best.

The only thing that I can think of to do is find my old cleats, and my glove. I know where my bat is, it’s under my bed for protection.

Wish me luck, and Lord help me to survive the game on Saturday.