Open Gym

 Went to my first volleyball open gym since... i dunno.. high school??!?

It was actually a means to get SW a chance to touch the ball a bit before tryouts.  Got there and I immediately start making small talk... with old and young.  I guess people generally like friendly people... not necessarily talkative people.  And got SW signed up with a team that had 5.... which I guess was a bad move... as I find out later on.  He wanted to find his own team... a team of peers and maybe folks that weren't as good.  

As for me... I start roaming around and find a father son team.  We had a threesome.  And slowly.. we figured out the house rules of 2 and out.  We slowly formed a team of 6 and we waited to get on. I wasn't nervous but I knew within a few serves, I was not in volleyball shape.

I couldn't get down to pass.  My timing was so bad with my hits.  The "kids", or the 30 year olds, were out-jousting and over-dinking me.  The only thing I can do... oddly enough... was set!! Got so many compliments on my soft, impeccable hand and bump sets.  I was actually amazed how perfect they were.  Haha...

At the end of the night... I didn't even get one clean hit.  And now... I'm paying for it.  Sore in my neck, arms, thighs, calves.  Ohhhhhh.... pain never felt so good.