Feeling the age

It was a fantastic day at Grand Haven, MI, a beach that I would definitely revisit before I leave Michigan. The sun was great, the water was refreshingly cold and the beach was one of the best I've seen in Michigan. The spectacle of 20 courts and more than 300 people playing beach volleyball was quite an eye-opener. Fricano's pizza, treats from the cooler box and a malt from the dairy store when we came back to EL made for an almost perfect day at the beach.

An almost perfect day except when I stepped on the beach volleyball court after sitting around for an entire day. The net that seemed high from the sidelines rose another foot when I trod on the sand and after 5 plays, I was panting. heavily. The realization that I was de-conditioned for beach was disappointing, very disappointing, I think my mental note was: there seems to be a great difference between what I think I can do and what I can actually do. Today, there's a lingering sadness that I once "had" it.

3pm May 30 - and just as I was moping about "losing it". Clint put up the pictures from yesterday and we started chatting. I think it's as much the de-conditioned body as well as my foible of setting myself for disappointments - aiming too high and falling short seems to be on the menu these days. This needs to be rectified.