Since I've finally found some great volleyball players here in Chi, I've joined two co-ed teams for the fall indoor league. They're good, experienced and actually like to practice, which really consists of pick-up games at the Windy City Fieldhouse. It's been great to get back on the hardcourt, but let me tell you, my body is feeling it! My thirty-something body cannot play like my twenty-something body did.
During college, I remember the worst part of volleyball was three-a-days and how sore you'd get, but since you were young, you'd bounce right back and be in the swing of things in no time. You'd practice during the day, all day and then party at night. After this Sunday's practice, all I wanted to do was go home, take an advil and crash into bed. Three hours of hitting drills and then pick-up games and I was exhausted and every joint I had ached. Don't get me wrong, I don't get sore and achey from just normal activity, but high-intensity games for three hours will definitely make me hurt.
Anyway, during the pick-up games the majority of the players were in the young to mid twenties and they're good, but they're so young it's enviable. So at 7PM I finally called it quits and as I was leaving, one of the girls who had been playing on the other side of the net from me all night asked two things. In order: 1) How tall are you? (a: 6'0") and 2) How old are you? (a: 34), to which she replied - "OMG, you play really well for that old."
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!
If my shoulder hadn't hurt I would have decked her! Good thing for her I'm old.
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This solves the mystery as to why I'm sore today and did nothing out of the ordinary yesterday except stretch my cheerleaders and teach them a few stunts. I hate being not 20 anymore.
What we lack in physical mobility we make up for experience.
I love being 30! Cheers to you for enjoying it!!!
I totally would've decked her for you. What's up with that. As if we 30-somethings need any help feeling our age! Reminds me of a train-ride in Spain with a bunch of girlfriends (in our early 30's). We ran into another American, who happened to be a really young college age guy. As we were exchanging pleasantries with him (on an overnight train), he asked us if this was our "midlife crisis trip." We all looked at each other aghast and told him to get our of our room. The nerve!
Reminds me of the Sex and the City episode about 20somethings... ah, it's interesting being in my mid-30s... all the things I heard about it are soooo true. :)
Where the hell do people play competive volleyball in utah?
Ive been stuck playing with the slcc girls team in practices to get my volleyball fix. Which in hindsight does not suck for me.
What a bitch! I'd have to kill her, in fact, I could come out there and do that if you would like.
BTW - me too. Here's to being 6 ft and fucking fabulous!
Welcome to my world... it only gets worse!
{grin}
How is that ever supposed to be a complement? I want to throw a ball in her face then kick sand on her!!
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I would have mustered up the strength to go over and kick her twenty-something a**. Not nice at all.
OH baby...you are not old...she's just too young to realize it! LOL
a few years ago we were out dancing at one of the worst teeny boper night clubs in slc. pam was tearing it up on the dance floor as pam usually does. a young girl started dancing with her and they started chatting. a few drinks later they where standing in front of me when the girl asks pam her age. what happens next is the funny part. pam answers with her age. girl shouts "holy shit. i so hope i look as good as you do when i am that old."
i spit vodka at least 30 feet.
youth.
that is the joy of playing vball.. smashing balls on little ladies heads...
hehehe!
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