j-riv, what's in the pasta dish besides mushrooms? looks good.
my smile to was strangely from being a little sore from yesterday.
during baseball practice yesterday, i challenged the boys to see who could run the fastest: them, or fat, old me. i offered $20 to anyone that could beat me.
now, at 48 years old, and only 6' but around 240 lbs., i'm not in great shape. but i kept my $20 as i outran a dozen little 9 and 10 year olds in a sprint where you go 30 yards, touch a line then go back, touch, and do it 3 more times.
later, i challenged them again for $20 to outrun me around the bases. i've still got my $20, but it really inspired the boys to work harder for next time. they've got $$$ in their eyes.
then, after practice i had to wait with a few boys until their parents came to pick them up, so i taught them how to juggle 3 baseballs, and bounce a ball off of your bicep and back into ypur hand, and toss a ball in the air and catch it behind your back. it was a lot of fun, and the boys had no idea that they were working on eye-hand coordination.
but holy moly, i'm sore today. i can't sit down or get up without sounding like an old man. but every time i feel like that my grimace turns to a smile thinking of how i can't wait to play tomorrow.