Last night we crushed 12-5 or something. We were ahead 11-0 for most of the game. The last inning the kids had a bad news bears moment and let a few runs score. Overall a good game. I hated sitting kids but luckily one kid just did not show. So I had less to do. One of our lead pitchers is out for the rest of the year on vacation so hopefully we will not have to sit too many kids. Although I did add a younger kid to our roster. She wanted to play and she is really a nice kid with excellent baseball skills so I let her play with us for the last three games. We need her for the last game anyways since we only have 8 scheduled to play.
Tonight is the dreaded week three. Only part I have not done yet is a 3-minute jog. My lungs pretty much seem to explode at 90 minutes so I have some concerns. I am going to tough it out and hopefully achieve more than I think is possible. Worse thing that can happen is I fail which is not so bad.
I seem to be back up around 179 pounds now from my low of 177. I blame the kid. After the game he is like "Hey lets go to C&L Frosties".. So I get him a hot dog and fries and get myself a dog and onion rings. mmmm fried death. He then angle shoots me and says "Hey for that great hit I got you should get me an ice cream".. so of course I get a peppermint stick cup. We sat watching the heat lightning bolts crash across the sky. It was pretty wild.
Honestly I am running for the health aspect and not the weight aspect. Also 179 is a loss of weight so I am not sweating it. I just do not get how my body decides what to weigh. I mean it is different every single time I hop on the scale.
Lightning was AWESOME last night. Poker was break even. Life goes on.