Government's view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases:
If it moves, tax it.
If it keeps moving, regulate it.
And if it stops moving, subsidize it.
Ronald Reagan (1986)
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Episode III: Return of Hop-Along
Well, let's just say that the ankle injury hasn't stopped my enthusiasm for playing sports. I managed to wait 4 weeks before trying to play sports again. Despite the doctor's orders (well, he said I could try if I was feeling better, but just take it easy), alas, I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded onto the summer softball scene with a stand-up triple in my 1st game back in action last week with my women's team, followed by another stand-up triple in my 1st at bat yesterday with my Eugene co-ed team. Yes, it felt damn good to LAUNCH the ball over the outfielder's head. And yes, I must admit, it is THAT MUCH MORE SATISFYING when it's over a male fielder ;-) Don' be disrespectin', boo! (hahaahahaha---that movie is stuck in my head - can you name it?)
As much of a pain in the ass as this injury has been, it has been a real test for me as a person. I have never been a person to cry easily nor one who gives up easily. There were definitely a few moments when I felt so frustrated and defeated I wanted to hit things and vent. Yes, defeated. That was how I felt at times - defeated... The simplest little things that I had taken for granted most of my life was a challenge. Even simple things like walking were difficult. I was used to being the first one down the basketball court cherry picking for a layup, or easily throwing people out at first base from third. It was weird to go through the different stages of rehabilitation and realizing that I am much more careful with how I manage my body. No more sliding feet first for a while. I have to thinking about it before I kick things. Or, negotiating little slopes on a hike can be tricky. Very weird, very not used to it.
In all things considered, I better understand other people too. For example, at my weekly yoga class, I used to pity the people who couldn't do certain beginner poses because I thought that should be easily done by an average person. No I see deeper and more detailed. Instead, things like "oh, he/she can't move that way... he/she probably has a back problem" run through my head instead.
So like all other experiences, this is another one of life's lessons. Until next time, this is Hop-Along, signing off....
As much of a pain in the ass as this injury has been, it has been a real test for me as a person. I have never been a person to cry easily nor one who gives up easily. There were definitely a few moments when I felt so frustrated and defeated I wanted to hit things and vent. Yes, defeated. That was how I felt at times - defeated... The simplest little things that I had taken for granted most of my life was a challenge. Even simple things like walking were difficult. I was used to being the first one down the basketball court cherry picking for a layup, or easily throwing people out at first base from third. It was weird to go through the different stages of rehabilitation and realizing that I am much more careful with how I manage my body. No more sliding feet first for a while. I have to thinking about it before I kick things. Or, negotiating little slopes on a hike can be tricky. Very weird, very not used to it.
In all things considered, I better understand other people too. For example, at my weekly yoga class, I used to pity the people who couldn't do certain beginner poses because I thought that should be easily done by an average person. No I see deeper and more detailed. Instead, things like "oh, he/she can't move that way... he/she probably has a back problem" run through my head instead.
So like all other experiences, this is another one of life's lessons. Until next time, this is Hop-Along, signing off....
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