When It's Nice Out

On Saturday, it was nice out.  I don't just mean it was sunny, so I wouldn't have to wear my boots--it was really nice out.  This was following two weeks of cold-ish/wet-ish/pretty-but-I-should-have-worn-a-coat-today weather.  It even hailed last week.

SO it's understandable that I was stir-crazy on Saturday.  I was sitting inside thinking about all I was supposed to do, but I couldn't stop fidgeting.  And then I did what any cabin-fevered, remotely athletic, self-respecting person would do.

I told my siblings I was going to play tennis, and they should come along.

Sam, bless his dear heart, was the only one who agreed, so we went and played.  And it was oh so wonderful.

BUT.

Sam had to be home approximately an hour after we started playing.

And that amount of physical exertion didn't quite satiate the need I was feeling.  So I did what any other human being would do when I got home.  I went on a bike ride.

And after biking, I still wasn't done.  So I asked Hannah if she wanted to go play soccer for a while.

And when we were done with that, I still wasn't done.  So we played catch with my frisbee for a while.

And when we came in from that, I looked at the contents of my duffle bag that were strewn all over my bed and I realized that I had used every bit of sporting equipment I had ever brought to college.  All in one day...

Cleats and soccerball?  -Check!
Frisbee?  -Check!
Bike, jersey, heart-rate monitor, helmet, Camelback, gloves, etc?  -Check!
Tennis racket and basketball shoes?  -Check!

And then I saw it.  There, in the bottom of my duffle bag was my baseball mitt.

I was on a roll!  I couldn't just let it be the only thing I neglected!  However, to my horror, I found I had not a baseball to catch with it.  There was only one thing to be done.

Hannah and I ran around our apartment complex in desperation trying to find someone--anyone--who had a baseball or softball to be caught.  We must have knocked on 5 doors until we finally found our man!  We took his baseball, tossed it a few times, and then went home happy.

Abi could finally say that she brought all that stuff to college for a reason.