On Friday night, I went to the batting cages with Isaac and a friend of ours. I used to play softball and have sorely missed the sport since I stopped playing about 11 years ago. I even won MVP my last year playing, it is a sport I actually understand the rules of and excel at. Unlike soccer where my proudest moment was catching the ball as it soared perfectly into my arms. I grinned and threw the ball to a teammate, proud of my stellar catch. Minor detail: I wasn’t the goalie. Apparently goalies are the only ones allowed to use their hands, psshhhhh rules shmules. Also, I was in middle school when this happened, not first grade like you were probably imagining.
Anyway, since no adult softball leagues are currently in session, I figured hitting the batting cages was second best. I assumed the two boys would hit baseballs and I’d spend my time hitting some slow/medium pitch softballs. Wrong. Immediately upon arrival the boys informed me that I would be hitting baseballs with them, no room for discussion. As it turns out, I wasn’t as terrible as I thought I would be. In fact, I had some really good hits! Even though I didn’t knock every single one “out of the park”, if my bat managed to make contact with the baseball hurling towards me at 70mph, I was pretty happy.
What I wasn’t anticipating was the after effect of hitting 100 baseballs traveling 70mph. I can barely lift my right arm, my right hand has been shaking continuously since Friday night, and the entire left side of my body (especially my left butt cheek) feels like it has been hit by a semi-truck. A semi-truck filled with angry baseballs all chanting my name. Seriously, I have to use two hands to raise a glass of water to my mouth, it’s that bad.
Now I’m not sure if the pain I am in signifies that I need to:
a) never go to the batting cages again
b) go to the batting cages more often
c) re-learn proper batting technique so I don’t turn into a worthless pile of aching muscles and shaky limbs when I actually start playing on a league again
Regardless, it was fun to take the first step towards getting back into playing a sport. Even if it turned me into a 90-year old woman incapable of sitting on the toilet without a “eeerrrrrghhhhhh ouchhhh.”