A Footrace

Monday night I was chatting with my husband about my softball game. I play on a coed team so, the men and women alternate batting. I was telling Jeremy how twice that night, I got a single and this guy Mike was up to bat right after me. Quite often, Mike hits home runs and he is usually stepping on the heels of the girl in front of him as they cross home plate. I am a bit competitive so, I made it a personal goal to not allow Mike to get even close to me. His first at bat was a home run and we joked in the dugout because he admitted he was trying to catch me and failed. The second time he batted after me, I made it home and he was left on second. Victory number two.

So as I sat on the couch very excitedly telling my husband this story, Jeremy looks at me and says, "I would beat you to home plate if you started on first and I was in the batters box."

Seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed. "No way." And then he extended his hand and I shook it.

As we laughed and stared at each other I said, "I feel very peacocky right now. If you could see my feathers they are standing up tall." He chuckled and then added, "I could beat you if I started at the backstop."

I am being completely honest when I say we were half tempted to go to the fields right at that moment and race but, it was 11:30 at night and the kids were in bed. So the bets are on and our friends are choosing sides. One thing is for sure, I used to race the boys on the playground when I was in grade school and I don't go down easily.