Ouch
I thought my high school volleyball coach was a jerk (and he was), but at least he never hit any of us in the head with a volleyball.
I thought my high school volleyball coach was a jerk (and he was), but at least he never hit any of us in the head with a volleyball.
In my pursuit of activities where I could possibly meet people who I don’t already know, I joined a volleyball group. It’s pretty much for beginners, and I’m more advanced than that, but I haven’t played in 5 years, and would definitely like to brush up before I participate in a serious volleyball league. So yesterday was our first meeting. Right now, I’m one big ouch. My shoulders, forearms, my lower back, and my upper legs all hurt. A lot. I’m not complaining though, because every bit that’s getting worked will just end up being awesome, right? That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway. The people are pretty nice, too, although I’m trying to recruit some more participants, since the group is for up to 20 people, and we didn’t have nearly that many yesterday. Too bad most of my friends live outside of New Jersey.