{Amy,... Jake was awesome!}
Also I mentioned how I was never picked for kickball as a kid. Then I got to thinking that I probably never put myself out there. I was too busy
However, I chose to participate this time because the St. Louis food trucks were going to serving lunch. There is something about paying $10 for a taco made inside of truck that gets me hungry.
Our team arrived bright and early. Chris went on a donut run, because after all, I needed some carbs to run bases... or for that matter, to lift my 100lb right leg off the ground.
As I'm stuffing a donut in my face, I start to notice all of the athletic girls. It's a 9am charity event and these girls are in their booty poppin' shorts. I'm not hating... I'm jealous.
All of a sudden, I just started to panic. It was settling in that I was going to have to go up to base in front of my whole team, the opposing team of good looking guys, and the cute girls in the booty poppin' shorts. But I don't know any of these people, I tell myself, and hopefully they will all start drinking enough beer not to notice me either.
My biggest fear? That I was going to kick the ball and miss.... and that everyone could see my butt and leg dimples in my spandex pants.
Just as our first game was about to start, I notice a familiar face.
{cue the anxiety attack}
I'm getting all stretched out to kick my first ball. I have a feeling that I look just as awkward as I feel in front of all these people. I head out to the field when I notice that I went to high school with pitcher on the opposing team.
And not just any guy from high school, but I'm pretty sure he was Valedictorian and Captain of the swim team.
Do I have to remind anyone what I was like in high school?
So needless to say, that jr. high feeling of trying to be cool never goes away...
... At least not by 27.
I am having an anxiety attack reading your post. I am sure you did great, looked great, and had a wonderful time. I know the feeling though (I am sure most of us can relate). I didn't go to my 10 year class reunion. I was worried about the opposite. I was a skinny booty poppin' teenager who turned into an obese adult. At 30 I shouldn't worry what people think or say but I do. I don't want to be uncool or have the other girls talk about me. Secretly I'd rather they all be jealous of me. I have 8 years before my 20 year and I need to find my booty poppin' body to take to the reunion.
ReplyDeleteUgh, what a fun opportunity! I would have loved to play some kickball. :) My goal is to play coed softball next spring with my husband. I didn't want to be the fatty on the field, so I decided I needed to get some more weight off first.
ReplyDeleteSo glad that you guys did so well. Jake had a great time, but is still complaining about being sore. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you did great Holly! You make me sound riduclous at my desk laughing crazily while reading this post. You have nothing to be nervous about, you rock girl! I mean, did you or did you not run a 5k in less than 30 min the other day?!?! Forget those booty poppin' shorts!
ReplyDeleteYou are way too hard on yourself Holly. You are so cool and tell the very best stories. Though I'm not too sure it would translate as well in blogging I really think you should tell the Hanson stories (maybe a 2-3 part series) that you were telling at your Pioneer Woman Potluck.
ReplyDeleteAnd for those of you who haven't met Holly in person she's a total hottie and probably weighs 120 pounds soaking wet. She is thin and in good shape.