Yesterday was Freemont's Highschool Youth Group's annual broomball game....on ice. Highlights included:
- Getting to experience what a Patti-Mobile really is (i.e. 50mph turns on a 25mph sharp turn, shouting directions from the backseat, listening to jazz/rap/Christmas/talk-radio/cellphones/freshmen's chatter/etc...)
- Arriving at the ghetto ice-rink and FREEZING TO DEATH listening to the rules of the game
- Discovering how fun it is to be *super* competitive, while swinging hockey sticks and running after a 6" rubber ball, in sneakers, on ice.
- Flying over Chad after he decides to wipeout inches in front of me. Athletes have been decorated for less-than-epic feats.
- Getting beaned by hockey sticks in the head and shin (yes, I've got a beautiful sore bruise now) - but I beaned the ball a whole lot harder!!
- Playing against Sara. Sisterly competition is a blast...and slamming into each other at high speeds with no possible way to slow down is actually kinda fun. (I probably sound like some football addict at this point...)
- Free hot chocolate and doughnuts afterwards at the church
One of the not-so-fun parts was discovering that running full speed and breathing less-than-32-degree air is NOT good for my lungs....and hence had a full blown asthma attack right in the middle of the game. Competition won, however, and after a couple puffs on my InstaLife (i.e. inhaler) I decided to get right back into the intensity of the game. Well, while my team did win at first, and while the girls did tie, and while we ::nearly:: did win the last game - I suffered one of the worst asthma attacks I've had in years. And it wouldn't.go.away. Instead, my heart began to enjoy the competition and raced at a worrisome 26 beats per 10 seconds.
Sooo, we headed home, sat in front of the blazing, glowing, delicious fire and Sara, Ryan, Mark, Marcel and Chad swapped stories while I concentrated on just breathing. Duo practice was canceled and we watched 101 Dalmatians instead.
I haven't watched that movie in eons!! Goodness, I forget how great those old Disney movies are....so fun!
I found out later I actually slept through half of it though.
- Got the nicest e-mail I've gotten in a long time
- Became the official Mrs. Santa Clause for the tea shop and read to 20+ fascinated children
- Let little girls touch my Mrs. C buttons, hold my gloved hand and touch my hair with quiet awe
- Answered questions about what Santa does and doesn't like to eat
- Promptly clarified that Rudolph's nose is NOT red because he got beaten up by Dasher
- Went to Starbucks with an old, old friend...that I just met