The closest I get to any kind of sport is the thought of my need to exercise and how engaging in sports would make for a good hobby. In fact apart from walking (which is inevitable) sports is simply not in my DNA. I fancy jogging, aerobics but somehow I never get to practice them…the plans all end up in mind. Hopefully one day I will get a weekly routine workout…and we both know it’s a choice I have to make and follow through rather than wishful thinking. Just like everything else I engage it, it will take commitment and courage to keep at it. In addition I am not at all interested in watching and cheering the participants unless I am extremely bored.
You can imagine the thoughts when on the agenda we had time for a baseball which turned out to be a soft ball game. I was not necessarily enthusiastic but I thought it would make for a good dare on my part, get out there and learn something new and participate. I am glad I joined in as the wolf pack ladies team shared with us the basics of soft ball which I do not remember and we later had an opportunity to attend a live baseball game at the Reno Aces stadium. This helped me enjoy a bit of the game because I had a better understanding of it, otherwise I would have been ‘lost’ throughout the games.