This is the face of a crazy person. Yes me! The obvious is that I look like a Hello Kitty yet I will be 47 on Saturday. The other is that I signed up to play badminton tonight. With my balance issues, orthopedic issues, out of shape issue, barely walks good self. I must be crazy. Either that or I am so desperate to make a friend and be active I am willing to kill myself doing it. Really, what’s the worst that can happen? Broken bones? I’ve done that already. Almost all of them. Some more than once. I may just have a good time and a good laugh. Even if it’s at my expense. Maybe I’ll make a sympathy friend when I’m carried out by ambulance? 😂 I want to make friends and also get in shape. If I died today my chalk outline would be a circle. It’s bad. I played softball and basketball in high school. I broke records. Even though I was born crippled. My mind really thinks I can do these things. I’m optimistic. I played softball with my church a few years ago and was playing second base and dove for a grounder on my hip that I’ve had 3 surgeries on already. I had to have someone run for me after that but had one of the highest batting averages on the team. Our turn on the field I was put as slow pitch back catcher though after that. Then I got overheated and almost had a heart attack. This is badminton though. My brain is not wired to play badminton like I played softball my whole life though. This is easy sports. Gentle just to get out there. Although I did try yoga and end up in the ER. It’s easy they said. Try it they said. Yet here I go to play badminton. Please make it worth my while! Yesterday my dog got loose. I went to get her and she took off running. So there I was running (I use that term loosely, it looks more like seizures) through my neighborhood in my pajamas. Then I heard a loud pup whining. My puppy was on her dog lead and I thought she had gotten stuck
or hurt. So then I proceeded to run (again I use that term loosely) all the way back with my dog who is supposed to have CHF. By the way I think my dogs heart may be stronger than mine! I just Knew I was going to fall dead of a heart attack right there in the street wearing pajamas chasing my dog and then running to save the other one. I made it back and my baby was laying down basking in the sun quiet as a mouse. My good girl. I would die for my dogs so why not for myself to have fun and make a friend right? 😂 I need help! I’ve lost my mind! I can’t find it anywhere either. 😢 🤪 I’m going to get skinny and make friends if it kills me! Heading to badminton. Trying to be optimistic. Trying to listen to my body and just have fun. Wish me luck! Im anxiously optimistic. Ironic isn’t it? My mind says yes. My body will let me know when I get there. Nothing ventured nothing gained right?