Never Kick...

One rule that our dad always seemed to mention when playing volleyball, was that you should never kick the volleyball. It's a delicate piece of sporting equiptment and should be handled just as is.
Well, I was always fascinated by volleyball and how easy it is to get the hang of it quickly. So, I thought that I could have a possible chance of making a good player one of these days. I looked up the times of BHS tryouts, and they said they were tomorrow morning!
I truthfully really wanted to try it out, but in past experiences i realized that our mother never says yes to anything short notice. Like if we were to say " Can I go to the beach tomorrow, the weather's supposed to be nice", she'll say " How about next week h2?".
But, of course next week you remind her one day a head of time, and she's like " That's short notice, how about next monday?" It never ends unlesss you remind her everyday until the actual day arrives.
Surprisingly enough though mom said " sure h2, but I'm not waking you up!"
Although she ende up doing so anyway. hehehehehe.
We couldn't do anything once we got to the gym though, because there was the annoying business of a sports physical, and some paperwork. Now, usually my mom would just take the papers kindly and never mention the word volleyball ever again, but she actually went to action and got me a physical scheduled for the next morning.
Scary enough as it was, I wasn't comforted that the office giving me my physical was a discount of $10 all together, and was on Shady LN! I mean, you'd think they could find a better name for a street than that!
Everything on schedule, i went to try-outs right after the appointment, and I must say I felt wierd being in that gym. When you find yourself surrounded by 45+ girls all wearing their "classic volleyball" team shirts, and their professional spandex shorts, you feel like an amateur. I never knew what was going on!
They're like " Okay, do you want to play the alphabet game or rock tree bridge?" For some reason everybody knew what these were, and they'd only been there one day longer than i had.
Then there was, "Okay H2, you're at the front of the line. Shag that ball, over the blocker's position, and retrieve your ball, and get into this line......blah blah blah......" And as you can see, I was like , "I shag what? over the what? and do what in line which?" I ended up doing it all wrong and messing up the system, but i didn't really care because I caught on eventually.
That day I ran 2 miles, aka two laps around the school, past the dairy queen, and up a ghetto neighborhood. These ridiculous drills all continued up through thursday, until they told us whether we made the teams or not. All together I ran 7 miles this week, and I can barely make it up and down my stairs let alone walk around. And yet I have practice in 1 hour and 15 minutes. Yes I made the team! 51 girls tried out and 44 made it to the end. AND I WAS ONE OF THEM! F2 claims that if they had to cut 8, I would be the eighth but I don't belive him.
I ran 3 miles yesterday, and did it all in just 29 minutes and 44 seconds!! In order to pass, we had to make it in under 30 minutes. I really sprinted at the end when they were screaming, " 30 seconds ! come on girls!!"