Actually I think a good 700 of my 1000 Lever bodyparts hurt today.
I played volleyball last night- as there was no band rehearsal due to spring break.
And this wasn’t slapfest picnic volleyball either. This was full-on, three hits, double blocks, quick sets, 5-1 volleyball.
And 100% GAY! But butch, seriously sporty gay guys!! Squeeeeee!
The good news is that I managed to hold my own and not bring vast amounts of shame to my family. For three hours no less!
I played “power” (which is left side hitter) and I gotta say– I was hitting pretty hard last night. Yaaaay!
The bad news is that I am fucking sore today. Here’s an inventory of damage:
My shoulders hurt, especially my right. My knees hurt from all the jumping. My left knee especially from the bruise where I hit the floor. My right hand is also bruised from blocking a hard hit. My abs hurt from all the twisting to hit. My legs, back and ass all ache from all the squatting and jumping.
And yes, my nipples hurt from my sweaty shirt chafing against them all night!
God it sucks getting older.
But it was all worth it to get to play on a team with Joe.
Joe was our ever-so-dreamy setter. He’s a bit shorter than I, but built like a brick shithouse. Arms for DAYS! And drop dead gorgeous (at least to me). Jaw. Smile. Blue eyes.
And he was nice! Very complementary of my serves and hitting. And he set me a lot all night.
He’s also from Iowa and attended a rival high school there. Where he was a swimmer (as I was). Granted he’s three years younger…
And most likely has a gorgeous boyfriend. I mean, why wouldn’t he?
Oh, I forgot. My heart hurts just a little today too.
It goes with the territory of getting older and being in pain the next day after such things. Getting older indeed is a bitch! I want my gut to get smaller but I hope nothing else does 😉
What no after play, shower stories, or letting us know what Joe has hanging between his legs?
I like it when my nipples hurt the next day. That’s all.
You played “power bottom”?…Did I read that right?
Wow, hot sporty gays! Sounds like you were a worthy team mate. Now, hurry up and get some more info on dreamy Joe.
Should we start calling you Sporty Spice now?
You’ll have to find out if he is single… sounds like boyfriend material.
Pictures please. 😉
If you wore your sports bra like you’re supposed to, you wouldn’t be rubbing your nipples against the sweaty material of your t-shirt.
We should call you Sporty ‘Ho.