I really enjoy playing baseball. Playing Friday made me think that perhaps I should buy some equipment and find some folks to meet me at the park once a month for a friendly game. Maybe I should find someone in between games to help me learn to catch with a glove. lol. But the pain-- it's 2 days later and I'm waking up with a 9/10 kind of pain. I tried to make it to the light switch but gave up because it hurt too much. That's the problem with taking a pain pill right now as well. But I have to get up. Floridia is preaching this morning and I promised I'd attend. Right now, I have to love her more than myself. If not for her, I'd probably stumble to the bathroom and soak. OUCH. The funny thing is, I don't regret playing baseball the other day. I just wish my body didn't betray me every time I do something truly physical.
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