Monday Nights

Every Monday I get the text on my phone to go play touch rugby. I went last fall for a couple weeks. I am absolutely terrible at it. I can’t catch, I can’t pass. But it didn’t matter because we didn’t keep score and it was really more about running around like a maniac for a couple hours. And it was fun.

This I think is a telling change for me. I don’t think even a few years ago I would have sought out a group of total strangers interested in playing a sport and then proceed to enjoy it.

However, afterwards I got distracted and had to postpone a week. And then every week after that I stared at the reminder text for a few moments, “Rugby @ 7:30 let me know if you are coming.” after which I would go back to what I was doing and mumble under my breath “Next week, next week.” Which turned into months.

So, I started a new training routine today and I decided this should part of it. Monday nights are rugby nights. I remembered while playing tonight that even though I am absolutely terrible at it, it feels glorious running around like a maniac.

And I only got smashed in the face with the ball twice.