Bruised, but not broken.

First of all, it's not a great picture of the bruise on my left arm (it's the one on the right side of the picture), but it's the best I could get. So, 0k, you might look at this picture and think, "Oh, she's hurt and she's looking for sympathy..." Nope, I wear these bruises proudly. And even though I'm struggling with the sore muscles as well, I struggle with a smile. So, here's the scoop.

A friend invited me to come and play volleyball at her church building both Tuesday and Wednesday night this week. Tuesday they were having a tournament and needed enough people to make a team and Wednesday is the normal night for volleyball. Now, I really like volleyball. By saying that doesn't mean that I'm really good at it, but I really like it. It gets my blood pumping and it takes some physical agility. I am not a great setter, nor do I take flight and hit a great spike onto the opposing team. BUT I do "Bump" the ball well. I am not afraid of those hard serves that come whizzing towards the back row. Hence the bruises! For about 2 hours on Tuesday and again on Wednesday, I received serve after serve during volleyball. The bruises aren't really even that tender (perhaps there might be even a little nerve damage, JK), but my ego has a little boost. I'm certainly not the greatest player on the team, but I'd like to say that I'm a contributor, a real team player. These bruises will heal and the sore muscles will fade, and hopefully I will be allowed back next week to do it all over again!