Here’s something I never thought I would do again...play basketball. My roommate Linnea, who has played basketball for more than half her life until she tore her ACL last year, plays on a co-ed intramural basketball team every Tuesday night at 9. Last week when I went to watch her game they were short a girl, and guess who volunteered to play next time? This girl. Mind you, the last time I played on a competitive basketball team was 8th grade. (I don’t think Faith Hoops counts Freshman year of high school). Needless to say when Tuesday night came around, I was kind of freaking out. All the guys on my team had played all through high school, and kept up the game in college. I was the new girl, and a girl at that.
I stepped on the court not know what to expect or how my body would react. An exhausting 40 minutes later I had exceeded my expectations, despite the fact I hadn’t ran like that since I was 13 and I’m pretty sure my lungs are going to collapse, the basketball gene is still buried within me. I scored a three point shot, played decent defense, and the other times I shot the ball my aim was right there. All I need is a little more practice and I will be on my “A” game, that and my offensive dribbling skills need major work. All I know is that it feels good to be back in the game.
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