Yesterday I got dust on my new cleats, and it felt so good.
I joined my company's softball team, and although I hadn't touched a bat in something like 20 years, I had a great time trying to hit the ball and talking smack to the other team. (I played catcher and some made-up position called "middle-center." I basically stood right next to the action during the whole game and screamed for my fellow teammates.)
We lost by seven runs. But it was so cool to pretend that I was back in the sixth grade (the last time I played softball.) This time, I didn't care that I'm not great at the game... it was just fun to haul ass to first base when I got a tiny hit.
We'll see how the season unfolds... I've got a dozen more games to go.