On the weekend Scott, Sophie and I went for a walk to the park. It was a lovely day, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining.
On our way to the park, Sophie rode on ahead of us (FYI she was on a bike, not a horse) while Scott and I chatted about various random topics. All in all, it was quite a pleasant 20 minutes.
Then we got to the park and that’s when things turned into a blog post.
You see, when I go to a park I’m quite partial to turning around and walking back home. But when Scott goes to a park he likes to channel his inner athlete and do all sorts of competitive sporty things such as seeing how many pull ups he can do on the monkey bars (22) and climbing trees with Sophie.
Quite frankly, it’s exhausting just watching the two of them and to be honest, it’s not really my idea of a fun afternoon. I mean, I think we all know by now how I feel about being outdoors:
So after a solid 30 minutes of watching Action Man and his side kick tear around the park and its various nature based attractions, I was pretty much ready to stroll back home.
But Scott had other ideas and suggested I might like to have a game of this with him:
Cue fairly lengthy eye rolling from me with a heavy sigh chaser before asking if there was vodka in any of those bottles.
Scott muttered something about a game of grip ball being fun but I wasn’t listening and all I could think of was this:
And that was pretty much the level of participation I gave to the intense game of grip ball that ensued. I strapped the fluro velcro frisbee thing to my hand and threw the ball at Scott nice and high so he had to jump up and catch it (I had to amuse myself somehow!)
Then when he threw it back to me I basically just stuck my arm out and hoped for the best. I didn’t move my legs and when the ball whizzed past that silly round velcro plate thing strapped to my hand I just looked at it like, “yep, that’s a ball.”
This went on for a good 5 minutes, with both Scott and I cracking up at my unique ability to participate in a sport based activity without actually moving the lower half of my body. I didn’t really move the top half of my body either, but for some reason that seemed to go unnoticed, so we might keep that bit of information to ourselves.
Basically I was playing a game of statues while holding a fluro frisbee and watching a tennis ball fly past my head. If we could just work out how to get wine and cheese involved somehow, I think I might have finally found a sport I’d be good at!
Do you play a sport or have a husband who fancies himself as a personal trainer from the 80’s? Or do you prefer to stick to patios like me? Do tell!
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