Last night, between beers and conversations with other International Education grad students, my doubles partner and I played our way into the final bracket of an intense Ping Pong Tournament. We lost 15 to 21. (I think it was his fault. He wasn't staying on his side. A common practice for athletic males when partnered with "a girl.")
The Ping Pong (and subsequent dance party) was my first attempt to be active post-surgery. It felt so endorphiney to be employing muscles & reflexes & coordination. I mean, I am not gonna lie. I'm a rockin' ping pong playa- and an even rockin'er dancer. Ask anyone.
Now I'm craving the day I'll return to the tennis court and latin dance floor. Baby steps. One day at a time. Pressing on. Bird by bird.
I'll be back.
From the drafts folder
6 years ago
Yes I can 2nd that I remember you dancing salsa while brushing ur teeth in the dorms... great moves! ;)
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