Last Sunday – when we had special guest Kruse and hot dogs and children running around and Gene wearing spandex and flying kites and whatever, we played some pretty intense games. Ok – I played some pretty physically demanding games for myself. Half of it was energy from having someone who challenged our typical happy-fun-time nature (though Kruse wasn’t being a jerk by any means, he’s just a very good player), and half of it was my own ego not wanting to look like a goon.
But, a little before closing time, I started getting really sluggish. I saw what I needed to do and knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t do it. I decided to call it quits for the day.
However, I was the sixth player, and the boys told me I had to stay – that I’d ruin everything if I left. So I stayed, because I’m scared of what they’d do to me.
And I learned something really valuable in the three games we played as the rain came in:
I should forget those lousy jerks and just go home when I want to.
It was horrible. I wasn’t happy and Lumberjack yelled at me for whining and I wasn’t whining I was just expressing myself God Lumberjack my legs felt like two heavy dumb things.
Anyway, I realize that there is probably a lesson in there about powering through your limitations and building up your endurance.