Chasing my tail

So last night we had a softball game. Nice leisurely summer activity right? Nope. It was 36C (thats around 97F) before humidity. I usually mock people that complain and add the humidex (or wind chill in the winter), but holy hell! Humidex was at 42C (107ish). Catcher's gear for 7 innings and I thought I was going to die. It could have been a wet tshirt contest out there. Not only that, but last night my bat decided to come alive. I had at least 3 hits, one of which was a double. Made it home 3 times. I don't think I've ever hoped to be left on base before! So ya, run around like a maniac, then hop straight into the gear.

We did win though, which is a rarity this year. Seventh inning, we got 6 runs, we were on fire. *g*

Then - hockey at 7am this morning. I woke up at 6:24 (slept in and it wasn't even a good sleep) and was dressed and on the ice by 6:50!! I have determined that hockey was not meant to be an all year sport. The people who design arenas cheat on the insulation - makes sense in the winter right? Well in the summer, it ain't so fun to be on the mush they call ice. Luckily (??) last night toughened me up, so while everyone was dying in their gear, I was feeling pretty good! Even managed to lay a guy out. He came skating along head down straight at me, I warned him, then dropped the shoulder *g* So maybe I do deserve to be called a goon.

This exercising thing is a sickness. I'm feeling like I should be running or something tonight. Hmm. Nothing on the schedule till Thursday - 7am hockey and softball in the evening. It's going to kill me I tell ya.