My internal struggle of to play (because I committed myself to a team) or not to play (because I suck) church league basketball every Sunday night finally came to a head:
I'm done playing.
Shockingly, my basketball skillz have not improved throughout the season. I've gotten more than a few eye rolls from some teammates and, while I brush that off because it's a church basketball league, it's still disconcerting that my role is to sub for guys that need a break. I've got bigger and better things to do with my life.*
I opted to skip yesterday's game and go to the gym for my extra huge long run of 5 miles. My timing was impeccable and I managed to hop on the Rubber Band of Doom for the start of the 2nd half of the NFC Championship. I had to suffer through Joe Buck and Troy Aikman, but I did it. Let me tell ya, watching the game made the time just fly by. I was never a TV on the Treadmill Guy. I generally consider them a nuisance and they block my view of the outdoors - where I should be running, but cold temps have prevented me from doing so.
Some other observations from the weekend:
- I signed up for my first race of 2011. It's a Leprechaun Chase and there's beer involved, so I'm good to go. Safe to say Harp's and Guinness won't be served.
- Awhile back, I went outside my comfort zone and bought a pair of Nike Vomeros. All of the reviews were good, they felt really good in the store, but when I run in them, my calves and knees just kill me hours after the run. I don't know if it's me....cuz I'm getting old....or if it's the shoes. Maybe they're too soft. Regardless, a lot of money not well spent. Pisses me off, but I'm not sure who to direct my anger because, obviously, this is not my fault.
- I went to a Saturday morning spinning class this past weekend. I got the last bike and I know for a fact that I snaked it from a couple others. Different vibe in this class. They were all chatty and whatnot whereas the weeknight class that I went to was a little more low-key. That, and the chick that was in front of me looked as though she was touring the countryside. Taking slow sips from her designer water bottle and chatting with her friend, who was trying to get a workout. If I'm one of those who didn't get into the class, I'm pissed off.
*I don't, but that doesn't work for this story.