I've never been happier to lose something.
Last night was the opening round of our kickball "championships." (In quotes because every team in the league is entered, regardless of their win-loss record.) We lost again, of course, and that means our season is over. So, I don't have to play kickball anymore! I get my Thursday nights back!
And I don't have to write about kickball anymore here, either!
Still, there's one thing that I definitely got out of the experience. Driving home last night, I realized that I had a sense of pride, accomplishment, and satisfaction. Yeah, our team sucked real, real bad. And yeah, it was a painful and deeply humiliating experience every week. And yeah, I hated it more than root canals.
But I did it.
I could've walked away at any time. But I didn't. I came back every week, and I played as hard as I could, in every single game, for the entire season. I never gave up, and I never quit. No matter how much I wanted to.
And that's something.
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