Every aspect of my life revolved around sports and being active. The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a figure skater.. even though I am horrible on ice skates. When I got older and realized I could actually have a future in volleyball my life revolved around it, six days a week for probably forty weeks a year. I LOVED it. One problem though... I HATED school. And in high school you play if you pass and by tenth grade I was never passing every class every quarter. Meaning volleyball slowly slipped away from me. But I still went to practice everyday and sat on the bench with the team and loved the game. I was lazy when it came to school.. but probably the most active person out of all of my friends and maybe even all of my peers.
I still remember watching our varsity volleyball team crumble at state two years in a row and telling all of my team mates in our huddles afterwards, even though no one was watching us now, they would be when we were seniors. Fast forward five years... my team was at state in the bronze medal game. And I was sitting with my boyfriend in the stands with everyone else on the edge of my seat watching. Six years of playing competitive volleyball (competitive anything for that matter), a broken ankle, concussion, and two severe asthma attacks and never once did I shed a tear. That day when my friends and once team mates stood in front of 10,000+ people in the Xcel Center and wore their Bronze medals, I laughed and cried at the same time.
For reasons I will speak of some other time, I dropped out of high school after my sophomore year and "homeschooled" with my mother. My high school guidance counselor at the time had told me if I made that decision I would not be eligible to play on the schools sport teams anymore. A factor that almost had me live out the rest of my dreadful high school years in that hell hole, but inevidibly I decided my mental health and sanity were more important that a silly sports team. I later, at the next seasons volleyball home opener, came to find out that that indeed was not true and I could have been playing all along. But it was too late, I was replaced and my once "understudy" was now the new team captain and doing a damn good job at it, so there ended my volleyball career.
I could have very well gone out for basketball or softball after that and done just as well as I had in the past. But it just wasn't the same anymore.
I felt like a piece of me were lost... for good.
I was never a "stick" and super skinny and I wouldn't necessarily classify myself as being obese now. But I am definitely not in the shape I once was. I guess that is understandable when you go from exercising at least three hours a day, six days a week, to having the most activity you partake in in a month being to carrying a twenty pound bag of cat food up a flight of twelve steps. For three summers I played women's league slow pitch softball and this past summer I did co-ed beach volleyball. But that was only once a week, and usually involved putting down a six pack in the mean time.
So all in all it is quite fair to say that I am a very lazy person now. I don't want to be and I know if I were to become more physically fit again that would help me feel more emotionally fit as well. So I am going to dedicate the next few days to coming up with some sort of work out plan. Also, considering in high school I was only eating two meals a day and probably working that all off each day too in practice, I need to work out a more healthier meal plan or something of the sort.
I know that if I could do it when I was... sheesh... twelve years old (the age when I really got into volleyball and keeping fit) then I can certainly make it work now!
And I will!
xoxo,
Meghan... with an "h"
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