You know how, when you start exercising for the first time, you should start slow? You gotta build up strength and endurance? How you can’t just run a marathon the first time out? I don’t know what I was thinking…
I played beach volleyball yesterday for the first time in almost three years. True, I have been playing volleyball occasionally at work. But not on the beach. Not hard-hitting two-on-two. Not in the merciless Spanish summer sun. Not for four hours straight!!!
I remember a point, about three hours into it, where my body just wouldn’t do what my mind was asking it to do. It couldn’t. And then soon after, my mind stopped working altogether. I was swinging into the bottom of the net and sending serves clear down the beach. I felt like a rag doll. But that was mostly on the inside. I kept up a strong enough front to go 7-3 and be crowned King of the Beach at the end of the day. It was fantastic.
I somehow made it home on the fumes of the adrenaline that I had been burning and, after a quick shower, dinner, and putting Emily to bed, I lied down on the floor in the living room. And then it all gets blurry. I remember telling Jan that I was going to go to bed early, totally in denial of the complete and utter exhaustion that had consumed me. I think I woke up about an hour later, still on the floor, and saw Jan turning on the TV above me. I couldn’t speak. And then I passed out again. I woke up a couple of hours later to see Jan turning off the TV (after having watched three episodes of Scrubs, none of which do I remember) and going to bed. I tried to get up and go to bed but my body was apparently on strike. So I gave up and went back to sleep on the floor. I think I woke up at around 3am and dragged my sorry butt to bed.
All in all, I had a great time. It was so nice to be back on the beach where I had spent so much of the first half of my Barcelona life. I even bumped into three different friends whom I hadn’t seen in three years! I wish I could get down there more often, but my weekends are mostly Emily-laden these days. So, if anyone would like to come down to the beach and make sand castles with Emily for a few hours on the weekend, please let me know!!!
Me, me, me,I want to come and build castles with Emily. It is just too darned far. I am there in spirit. I love you all. Please take care of yourself. You are too important to so many of us.
Hahaha that’s too funny. I feel your pain – I ran my half marathon Sunday on too-little training, and then gave myself a “rest” yesterday by doing some light climbing. But light climbing turned into 4 hours of intense work on one problem (which I finished), and my pulled quad now has a knot in it. Weird feeling!!!!
Nice that you wrote about Sergio and me
Thank! Is a pleasure meet you again in the beach!
Maybe next time we can play on the same court!
against with you better
i’m spinning drunk, and no not the inebriated kind. I’ve become drunk on spinning my new found sport!