I'll be sore tomorrow

Alex's coach called Friday evening and asked me to play in a mother/daughter basketball game this weekend at our invitational tournament. Wow. The thought of it was a little overwhelming. Right now, during the winter months, my idea of exercise is getting off the couch to go to the fridge. I'm pretty good at physical activity during the summer months, but not so much when it's cold out.

So after dreading it for a day, I finally came to terms that it would be fun. When we got to the gym I was praying it was a half-court game, from side-to-side instead of the full Adrian College gymnasium. Thank God it was. There were 8 moms playing, and we play 18 minute halves with a 3 minute halftime. It didn't start out too bad. I (reminiscent of high school days) wasn't a starter. But with 7 other 30-something moms in about the same shape as I am, I didn't sit the bench for long before someone needed to come out. Let me tell you, after playing most of the first half, that 3 minute halftime isn't nearly long enough to let your heart slow down and even begin to catch your breath!

It was a lot of fun, a lot of breaking the rules, and not to mention, a lot of exercise. We called ourselves "Moms With Game," but when I told Alex that, she said we should've called ourselves "Moms Who Walk" because she didn't think we even ran down the court! I ran. Let me tell you, I ran. Maybe not a sprint, but more of a run than I've done in 18 years! After running back and forth for what seemed like 250 times, I loved the suggestion one mom made when she said, "Why run all the way down there, they just turn around and come back this way. I'll wait for them here!"

I'll be sore tomorrow.