I've really never been incredibly athletic. Or athletic at all. I'm intimidated by girls that are good at sports because they could easily beat me up. I did dance, and sometimes I run, but I've never really been into team sports or contact sports. Gym class was just an exercise in humility as the volleyball always seemed to come at my head or the softball landed just beyond my glove.
Then I married Travis. What he carefully hid from me the entire time we dated was the fact that he is really into sports. I'm not complaining at all, because he's not one of those guys who spends a lot of time watching sports or even playing sports. It's just that he really likes them, so if someone says, "Let's play volleyball," he jumps up to play while I try to slowly sink under the table.
I am the sort of person that likes to have fun, but sports have just never been fun for me. However, when Trav and I play together, I have a lot of fun.... until I start feeling guilty that he is absolutely not being challenged at all. This generally motivates me to push myself beyond my limits and then I stop having fun period.
An example of this happened yesterday. We were at a family birthday party and everyone else was kind of doing their own thing, so Trav and I started kicking a ball around like we were playing soccer. I was having a great time, we were both laughing our heads off as we tried to steal it from each other. All was well until I tried to steal and ended up kicking Travis's leg. It pretty much broke my big toe. (Did I mention we were playing barefoot?) Actually, Trav says I just jammed it, but for the pain it's caused me it may as well be broken.
That must be another reason I don't really do sports. Low pain tolerance. Call me crazy, but "jamming" my toe yesterday hurt more than natural childbirth. I slept with a bag of frozen corn on my foot. (I just gave all my ice packs to my grandma last week after she had surgery). I've been taking all the pain killers being pregnant allows. And, still, the pain of it all!
The lesson learned here is that I am not only a clumsy non-athlete, but a huge wimp as well! Maybe this is the reason I only have baby girls....