Archive for the ‘Softball’ Category

Pain in the Butt

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

Thursday was my glorious return to softball! When I say “glorious”, I mean that it was wonderful to play again, not that I played wonderfully. Well, I wasn’t too bad, actually, but there’s always room for improvement!

I pitched the entire game. It’s a lot of pressure, but I enjoy it. I did pretty well, too. Again, it could have been better, but I only walked a few people, I struck a few people out, and I did a decent job of fielding. (Though there are two balls that I really wish I had caught: One a line drive to my head (eek!) and two, a piddly pop fly that came down between me and the short stop. I could have had them both if I was a little quicker. Next time.)

Here’s the thing: All day yesterday and today, I’ve been suffering from what seems to be a pulled muscle in my left buttock that I believe is the result of the repetitive pitching motion. It’s incredibly painful. Incredibly.

Simply walking around my house makes me cringe, but I still had to do my run yesterday: 5 miles. I went out before dinner with the best of intentions.

And it hurt like hell.

I thought: Just keep going and eventually it will go away.

It didn’t.

I thought: How upset will you be with yourself if you stop halfway through?

A lot.

But I stopped halfway through anyway. I didn’t just stop as in walking. I stopped as in doing one loop instead of two and immediately going home. It was the first time ever that I did this, and I still feel miserable about it.

I know why I did it, and I know that it was probably the right decision: There’s no reason to push too hard during a training run and risk worsening an injury. But that doesn’t change how I feel.

Worst of all, I’m still in pain, and tomorrow I’m supposed to do 11 miles – my last long run before next Sunday’s half marathon.

Did you hear that?! The half marathon is one week away and I’m nursing a pulled muscle in my butt!

Geez louise.

I’m going to try a few tips my massage-ynist mother gave me: Sit in a hot bath for 10-15 minutes, rub the affected area, and treat with biofreeze. Hopefully that does the trick!

In case it doesn’t, does anyone have any other suggestions?

Athlete For A Day

Friday, November 6th, 2009

Yesterday was a great day. I felt like an athlete! Not a great athlete, but an athlete nonetheless.

I woke up early and knew that if I didn’t go for a run before starting my day, I wouldn’t get a chance to. It was on my schedule, so I knew I had to do it. I went out, even though it was so nice and warm in my bed. It was a shorter run than most at only 2.75 miles, but that was by design. And even though it was shorter, I’m still not to the point where 2.75 miles feels short. But it was a good run, and like always, I was glad I got myself out there and did it.

I then showered, had breakfast, and did about an hour or so of work before heading out for a morning kung fu class. I don’t usually go to kung fu in the morning – they only offer one AM class on weekdays, and work has kept me busy during that time for a while. In the past I went to this class regularly, and yesterday reminded me why: The morning class is generally pretty small, so you get a lot of individualized attention. Yesterday, there were only two of us, and as my classmate said, “If your ego can take the bruising, small classes like that are really helpful.”

I have a lot to work on between now and my test for my Second Level Black Belt, which has been moved up a week to December 5 (the day before my 10k – annoying!). Since I have so much work to do, I decided to go to the evening class last night as well.

But not before heading to the ball field for my final game of softball this season! It was a good game – very exciting, what with the torrential downpour and muddy infield. We ended up losing, but we did it with style!

By the end of the day, I had run 2.75 miles, done an hour and a half of kung fu, and played softball in the mud for an hour and a half.

And you know what? I wasn’t even all that tired. Or hungry. I know I just said the same thing the other day, but it always surprises me: The more I move, the more energy I have. It seems counterintuitive, but there you have it folks!

I thought you might also be interested to know that my weigh-in today was very good. I knew it would be: For the first time in a while, I was excited to step on the scale. I knew that I had worked hard and that my hard work would pay off.

And it did.

In the form of a 2 pound loss for the week.

My new low: 173.5.

Six Things

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

I’ve been falling behind in my posting – life gets in the way, sometimes, you know? – so I’m going to update you on a bunch of things all at once. I’ll try to be better moving forward. I know how much you miss me when I’m gone :)

And now, in no particular order:

Softball: Tonight was the first game. We lost. I attribute this loss to the fact that I, as pitcher, walked a bunch of people in the second inning and they got a bunch of runs because of it. I improved once I figured out why what I thought were strikes were balls, but not in time. On the positive side, I did a great job fielding on the mound, struck one guy out three times (dude was swinging at everything!), got on base each time at bat, and scored two runs. That being said, I still feel like I lost the game for the team. Boo.

Weight: I believe I neglected to mention that the day after I weighed-in with a ten-pound gain, I was up only 6 pounds, and just 5 the day after that. Must’ve been mostly water weight! By the end of the week, I got it down to being up only one. I’m damn happy with that, too, all things considered.

Running: My official time for the 5k I did this past Saturday is 30:50. I’m not sure how it happened that the chip time was 5 seconds slower than my perceived gun time, but I’m sure it had something to do with exhaustion. I’m still happy with that, though! I think I’m going to do another 5k in October – there’s one at the Pittsburgh Zoo the first Saturday of that month. It scares me a bit because the zoo is all hills, but it should be neat to run past all the animals! Hopefully that will keep my mind off the hills.

Swimming: I have been seriously delinquent in my swimming efforts. As in, I haven’t. At all. I just bought a new bathing suit (end of season clearance!) – it’s pretty yet sporty… and reversible! Hopefully I will be inspired to use it and will actually take advantage of the pool at my gym. Someone ask me about this in a few days, ok? I need someone to keep me accountable or I’ll never be prepared for that triathlon.

Kung Fu: Three months until my possible test for Black Level 2. So far, so good with the “shaping up.” I’ve been feeling good in class and even got an extra practice in on Sunday with the other guy set to test with me.

Exhaustion: I have been so tired all week. We got a new kitten (Sprite) who is adorable, and he’s finally getting along with our other cat (Pixel), but he wakes me in the middle of the night. Every night. It’s hard to feel motivated to work out when you’re exhausted, so I haven’t been doing a lot of that this week, except for my regular activities like kung fu and, now, softball. At least I’ve been eating well!

That should do it!

Softball!

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

When I was young, I played softball in a community league. It’s been over ten years – closer to 15 actually – since I’ve played on a team, and I’ve REALLY missed it. Every time I drive by a field where kids are playing I get very nostalgic. Those were good times!

About a year and a half ago, I discovered that there is a Pittsburgh Sports League for adults. They have a wide range of sports, from basketball to volleyball and everything in between, including – you guessed it – softball!

The problem is this seems to be incredibly popular. They play three seasons a year (spring, summer & fall) and every time I’ve attempted to sign up, it’s been sold out. In fact, it sells out within mere hours. Of course, I could have marked my calendar for the day (and hour!) they open registration and made sure I was first in the virtual queue, but did I do that? No.

Why not? I attribute it to two things: laziness and fear.

I’m sure you can figure out the lazy part. No need to harp on that. Let’s talk about the fear.

As I’ve mentioned, I haven’t played softball in a long time. And I don’t mean just a real game – it’s been better than ten years since I’ve even played catch with a softball. The fear is that I would make a fool out of myself or lose the big game for the team. It’s hard to admit that, because I always talk and act so “big” but there it is.

Last week, I tried to register for softball. Again. And it was sold out. Again. Upon closer inspection, though, I saw a small note that said they had a few openings for individual females (there has to be a minimum number of women on each team). Even though my husband wanted to play with me, this felt like my opportunity. So I sent an email and asked about the opening.

The coordinator emailed me back later that day. It was mine if I wanted it.

Did I want it? I hesitated. That old fear of failure thing reared its ugly head. And then my husband – who was disappointed he couldn’t play himself – talked me into doing it. He convinced me that not only would I not be terrible, that I would in fact be better than I was when I played a decade ago: I’m thinner and fitter than ever. I can run further and faster than ever. I have better balance and hand-eye coordination than ever.

All I needed was that little push. I joined the team. Since then, a friend from Kung Fu has joined as well, taking the final female spot of the team. We had our first practice this past Sunday, and I wasn’t terrible. Just out of practice. And my batting needs some extra attention.

I’m more excited now than ever. It felt so good to be out on that field, running around.. It even rained during our practice so I got nice and dirty! Another practice is scheduled for Sunday, and I’m very much looking forward to it.

I’m still a little scared that I’ll lose the game for the team, but at least now I can go back to talking trash.

I really like to talk trash.