Saturday, July 31, 2010

"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers." - M. Scott Peck

Before I went out to play basketball today, I shared with a good friend of mine that I was going to do so.  His only comment was "First blood wins:"  Interestingly enough, if that were true, then the mosquitos today won hands down. 

I haven't been on a basketball court since my highschool days, but I can boast proudly that I hold the record at my junior highschool for being the first person fouled out of game having never touched the basketball.  I simply went and hit anyone who had the ball so that they'd give it up.  (I was 11 and had never played an organized sport before - go figure).  At the end of that game, the coach came up and suggested that basketball was maybe not my sport and I should consider something like bleachers for the rest of the season.  I never played competitively since that day and other than what was mandatory for highschool phys. ed credits, the only time I stepped on a basketball court was to do a half-time routine.

I had a great time today, certainly not the fastest, certainly not the most agile, and certainly not the scoring leader, but I felt like I held my own out there when I had to.  A few sneaky moves that proved "I still got it" and a few moves that said "you never had it".  I'm stiff and sore from stops and starts, I'm paler from blood loss courtesy the mosquitos, but really enjoyed the entire experience.

I started thinking today about my body and what change I hope to see, which of course got me thinking about the pictures they have in the Body For Life Book.  You know the photos I mean, the ones that show from "Fat to Fit", where people go from pastey white, melon shaped, frowny people to thin, ripped, muscled, tanned. smiling individuals with perfectly white teeth,  who if you'd met them at a fraternity, would have shiny names like Chaz or Mipsy.  I pondered the concept of getting a spray tan - but even that might be too much for people who have seen me as my transluscent wonderful self for this long. 

I'll wait until I can see my abs to decide...