Detroit, New York, and LA, but I'm stuck in the NT

Me?? Volleyball??

Okay, so I don’t think I’ve told many people that I recently started playing indoor beach volleyball. Well, I have!!!! To be completely honest, I was quite shocked as to how much effort actually is required and I was disgustingly sweaty after my first games last Wednesday. When I say disgustingly, I really mean I looked quite gross, much like I’d had a shower in my clothes, or more accurately I looked like I had been hit really hard with spray from a garden hose on my back, butt, arms, legs, and face. It was horrible and I know no one would have really wanted to get a lift home with me THAT night!!

I am still to develop more coordination in actually getting to the ball quickly and judging how hard it’s going to hit the net, but I can honestly say last night, I actually felt I had improved significantly. I mean we still lost because of me, but I mean, it was only the second time I played!! I was more involved in the game last night and actually fell on the sand a couple of times. I have gotten over the fact that I hate the feel of sand on my face, neck, arms, legs and also in my eyes and mouth…….. It’s honestly great fun and I recommend it to everyone, even if you think you’d be bad at it. I mean, if I can do it, I think a lot of people would be able to!!!!!

In my first game I was called up so many times for carrying the ball that every time I got the ball over the net, my happiness soon turned bad when the ref would call ‘carry’ and look at me funny. Last night, I didn’t even carry once!! Not even once I repeat.

Next time I plan to help my team win at least one game. The people I play with are really nice to me; they have all had about 2 years experience compared to my 2 weeks. I keep apologising to them every time I do something stupid, but they are so nice and say “don’t worry Anika”. Awww, how sweet!!! Thanks guys!!!!

Anyway, that’s all for now, enjoy your day now!!

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: If I was being executed by an injection, I’d clean up my cell real neat. Then, when they came to get me, I’d say “Injection? I thought you said inspection.” They’d probably feel real bad, and maybe I could get out of it.

posted by Anika From Darwin @ 6:56 PM