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ZOMG sore ouchie wow.

Yes dear readers, it must be the beginning of summer. And that means... VOLLEYBALL!

Last night I had my second evening playing (first was last Thursday). All the old muscles are creaking back to life, and ones I had forgotten existed are making themselves known. On the court, I'm playing far better for "first time out" than I was same time last year. Last night's games included some mighty good hits, an acknowledgement from the fellow who runs the games that my hitting and blocking were such that I should be 'switched out' from setting (sad, because I actually like setting, but being 6'6" tall, I really should be in the hitter position).

Probably the highlight of the evening was I was in the right hitter position, ball's on the other side, received and passed, set to the woman just in front of me (who has -outstanding- technical form, she's saddled by being rather short), she goes up for the hit, I time it juuust right, and go up to block. STUFFED! She glares at me, turns to the team, "ALRIGHT, Who put that damned wall there?"

Gonna be a good summer.

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Category: Life. Don't talk to me about life.
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