Take Heart...God is in the details & in every thing, give thanks!
The sky was hovered with clouds but no drizzles nor scattered rain. Glory to God. So here we are, playing our first game for the season.
Oddly, I didn't get to play the first inning. I got lost for almost an hour finding the venue. I could have just retreated and headed home but my heart desired to be there. It's not "biggie" for me if I get to "kick" or not. I would have been content just cheering them on and taking mementos.
And, so, I've learned that adrenalin levels rush in the field. Kickball is alive. It is not a game for kids anymore. It's more fun to watch adults playing it with so much zest.
All the images I captured will prove my point. The men in
our group have come through for the team. Catapulted or
rolled, they were unstoppable, relentless in catching the
ball. The women, however, were also up to par playing in
juxtaposed with the men in our team. Remarkable, I
thought...& it was!
My ears didn't hear uncouth cheers--that will definitely throw me off. I just felt sorry for one lady on the other team that got hurt while running to the second base. Thinking about it now makes me think the inevitable circumstances that are unforeseen. We can only hope & pray that her injury is minor and see her play on the next game.
Thus, I'm proud of how we played the game. We lost the first game but the second game in the afternoon has anchored us to a better standing. I also got to kick after which it felt like I pulled a muscle. And I was limping gracefully. Nobody even hardly noticed it till I told a comrade. I couldn't wait to slump
my body on the couch or on my bed at home.
Thank you guys for a great Start...
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Look at us...still with unwavering smiles...
After the Game Photos
Special Thanks to Mr. Brad Crochet, our P.E. & Kickball Coach
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