I have been trying to find the beauty in this season.
Yesterday made it pretty hard.
While trying to hurry to my car to get to my 6 o'clock class at the RB I guess I decided that it would be appropriate to play a little baseball.
I had a backpack full of books and a smaller backpack full of my soccer stuff for my intramural soccer game after my class, a water bottle because I can't get dehydrated, and my gloves that weren't actually on my hands. Tied loosely around my water bottle was my watch, so I can be sure that I am on time (one of my new years resolutions), but of course I didn't have time to actually put the watch on my wrist.
Anyway, while juggling all my stuff, I scurried across the ice covered driveway in front of my apartment...
Yes. Yes, I did.
Giving it my all I slid into home base hands and head first.
It was epic! My backpacks slid down my arms dragging behind me, my gloves skidded across the snow-covered sidewalk, my water bottle and watch bounced and hit home base just seconds before me.
This happened only once in Rexburg, of which I was very proud of, but that experienced was more like basketball. I slid for the ball and bounced right back up making sure no one saw me. Yesterday was a little different. Considering I had more stuff than last time I took my time getting up and I definitely did not care if anyone saw me.
Baseball. The All-American sport. Wasn't expecting such a curve-ball, but don't worry, I hit the winning home-run.
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