Ode to Basketball

I'm pretty sure that this should not be my favorite thing I do in a week, but it is. About twice a week, I get to play basketball at the church. Everyday I do, I go home on a high. There is nothing like this sport, and I feel so lucky that I get to play. I know what you're thinking, 'woah, it is just basketball, you might be a little obsessed'. You moms out there know about the monotony of our lives. Maybe I shouldn't generalize. I feel the monotony of my life. Yes it is busy, and I have three kids that are constantly being funny, naughty, cute, amazing, annoying, etc. They keep me on my toes, but sometimes the days can blend together of making food, cleaning up food, and doing laundry. I'm not complaining. I wouldn't trade my life for any other. The thing that breaks my days up is basketball. I get to spend an hour using my brain in a completely different way. I get to push myself, sweat, be rough and strong (although recently I was accused of not having any effect when I foul someone). I get to be aggressive and competitive, and it is an hour just for me. I don't think about how I'm going to get Gabriel to eat something other than cereal, or how to get Emma to talk without an attitude. Really, how lucky am I that I get to do my most favorite thing twice a week? To clarify - I am not saying I am really good, especially compared to the men, I'm just saying I love it. I sometimes wonder where other women get this kind of thrill and enjoyment. I know that I am an anomaly when it comes to this. When I was in high school, my mom always said that I would never be able to use basketball later in life, and a much smarter choice would be to become a piano player, because I could teach and play all my life. Sorry Mom, but basketball has brought a joy to my life found nowhere else. It is who I am. I am a mover - an athlete.