I wake up every morning and sincerely try to put a smile on my face. What happens when that gets harder as each day goes by? Is it the long winter, the job I don’t like, too little sleep, or uncertainty about my purpose? I don’t have a good answer. It seems like a downward spiral, but I must start with what I can control. Winter? Nope. My job? Nope, the income outweighs the stress for now. Sleep? Yes, I will prioritize this (8+ hours tomorrow). My purpose? Clear as can be. Change what I can and surrender to accept the rest. 🙂
I began my return to throwing program on January 30th. It was wonderful, though very different from the day I threw for the first time back in August. This time my spot looked bleak.
Since then I’ve thrown 5 more times. The worst was when the temperature was in the low teens and the wind chill made it feel like it was in the single digits or possibly even negative (Farenheit not Celsius). When you’re warming up your entire body is cold, especially the hands, but once you’ve moved around for a bit the temperature isn’t much of a factor. Not when you have 5 layers on: Under armour cold gear, loose heat gear, 2nd loose heat gear, pull over, and majestic jacket to top it off. Pockets are crucial. The actual throwing in the cold is fine if you’re prepared for it. Your throwing hand stays warm as long as you have a ball in it and you’re okay blowing hot air into it frequently. Your feet are are an entirely different story. Even two socks on each foot does a minimal job of protecting them from the cold. I run in place to help get the blood flowing to them, probably looking like a complete fool while I do so.
Side story: I was throwing two weekends ago into the fence in the picture and this woman walked by laughing. One of my balls bounced off the fence and went close to her. I ran over, picked it up, and asked what was so funny. She asked, “Are you having fun?”. And I was like, “Yeah!”. A weird interaction, but it brought a smile to my face.
I had the opportunity (now rare) to throw indoors this past Saturday. What a joy that was. I had a throwing partner too! I didn’t even catch the first couple of throws back to me. It felt super foreign to see the ball being thrown back. My glove felt like chopsticks in my hand trying to catch a fly. I just chomped away at the ball, forgetting how it’s best to receive it instead of lunging at it. A few throws later I got the hang of catching again, but it definitely made me appreciate how you can lose any skill if you don’t utilize it. Luckily, it doesn’t take long to get that one back. I threw well. I didn’t have any elbow discomfort. I even ended on 3 out of 5 strikes in a mini flat ground. One of my favorite aspects of pitching is how you have a vision of where you want the ball to go and then sometimes it goes exactly where you want it. It makes me feel powerful and one with the baseball.
I’m going to San Francisco this weekend. I’ve never been there before. I’m real excited. I’ll get to kick it with friends I haven’t seen in a while and take some beautiful photos. Maybe I’ll put flowers in my hair 🙂