Maturity is knowing when you are too sick to work out- said the person with wheezing bronchitis and an ear infection. Straight from my 10k runner’s high, I had a solid workout week and a beautiful Mother’s Day run. Then I awoke the next day feeling the early signs of a sinus infection. In the past, I usually ignore the warning signs of an impeding illness and carry on as usual. I am usually too busy with work, with working out, with life…….fill in the blanks. However, with the new job and the ridiculous amount of packing to conquer, I went to the doctor on Monday night, after work. Diagnosed with bronchitis with a heavy wheeze and an ear infection, I was given a breathing treatment and sent home with an antibiotic and an inhaler. Although I knew I made the right decision to nip this right away, I felt certain that I would still be able to swim and bike at the end of the week.
However, after three days on the meds, my symptoms worsened and I went back to the doctor on Thursday night. Thankfully, my ear infection cleared up and I did not have pneumonia. Armed with stronger medication, I left the doctor’s office with the realization that I would not be swimming this week or joining the two hour bike ride. Maturity is overrated.
The break from the gym, has given me more time to pack. I am writing this post on a much needed break from packing. According to my drill sergeant husband, Jay, its all packing, all the time. After hearing my pleas that the sick person needs a break,he granted me this respite. While watching the Ranger game on the couch, Jay started to warm to the idea of drinking pineapple margaritas later- if we get enough packing done.
We also took a break from packing during the week to see our visiting relatives. Seeing our aunt and cousins reminded me about a new sport that our uncle recently started playing, Pickleball. What is this strange new sport? Is it played with pickles? Does it involve eating pickles? I had no idea.
It turns out that Pickleball is a combination of tennis, badminton and ping-pong. It is played with a racquet (smaller than a tennis racquet and larger than a ping-pong paddle), a plastic ball with holes (like a wiffleball-but don”t ever call it a “wiffleball”), indoors or outdoors on a badminton-sized court and a modified tennis net. Pickleball is a fast-paced game which involves hitting a plastic ball over a 3-foot net with an over-sized ping-pong paddle. The sport is rapidly gaining in popularity.
Pickleball is played either as doubles or singles. Points are scored only by the team serving. Games are normally played to 11 points, and you must win by 2 points. Besides talking to my uncle about Pickleball, I read a great deal about the sport on the USA Pickleball Association (USAPA) website. It turns out that there are two places to play Pickle ball within 30 minutes of my house. I went by one of the Pickleball courts but no one was playing at the time.
My uncle who, at 66 years old, is ultra-competive and does everything with gusto, got carried away when diving for a ball. He managed to scrape his chin against the court surface and wound up with a trip to the emergency room and 10 stitches. He plays to win. Go Uncle Mark, you rock!
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”- C.S. Lewis
Back to packing. Typically, in my life, when it rains, it pours. So of course, the few days that we are closing on both places and moving, are the days that my son has an important hockey tryout halfway across the country. In the past, my husband has always accompanied our son to these tryouts. However, with the house stuff and the move, my husband is hesitant to leave New York. Whether its confidence, cockiness or stupidity, I like to think that I can handle anything. I’m trying to convince my husband to go to the tryout.
The move, the new job, the cross-country try-out and all the other crazy, busy things that are going in my life are all good. I have no complaints. It’s all about perspective.