Can't Kick This

When Angela and Craig first mentioned the kickball league to me, I thought they were crazy. I hate group sports. I'm the girl who ducked if a ball was thrown my way in gym class or on the playground. And the one who feigned cramps to get out of softball, basketball and every possible sport in gym class back in high school. Yes, I run marathons, but I also trip walking down the street.

But I decided to give it a try, recruiting friends from all across Atlanta. Meet "Kickin' It Old School," as in, it's been a long time since third grade kickball, and we probably weren't star players back in the day, with the exception of maybe Marc, Mike and Tim, who valliantly covered the outfield (among other positions) and at least gave us a chance to kick. And props to Team Hansberger and Mike for scoring our three runs, because 16-3 sounds a lot better than 16-0.

And in spite of the fact that I caught maybe two balls and never reached base, I was more sore this morning for speedwork than I was after my half marathon. Does kickball count as crosstraining?