I love volleyball. I used to play volleyball in high school and college. Even though I was a “bench warmer” for most of high school (I really didn’t start playing a lot until Grade 11/12) I always enjoyed it. Volleyball was the only sport I was even remotely good at and I’d like to think that I got to be a fairly decent player particularly when I was in college. It was hard work but very fulfilling. I remember my college coach, Donna Andres, making me do this blocking drill – she would stand on a chair at the net and people would pass her volleyballs and she would continue to fire the balls over the net and I was supposed to block every one of them. It was brutal! I remember being so tired I wanted to stop jumping but she told me to keep blocking. The really cool thing is that I got to be a pretty good blocker (thanks to that brutal drill).
Anyways, this year an old co-worker called me up and asked me if I’d like to play on her volleyball team. They were losing a couple of players for the new season and wanted to know if I’d like to play full time (every Thursday night from September to the end of March). I haven’t played volleyball for at least 10 years but I thought it would be fun to play it again. So here I am, Thursday nights on the volleyball court (including tonight). I’m having a great time although I’m feeling awfully rusty. But each week I get a little better. Today I got a nice block on a hitter and my spiking is improving. It’s also fun to play in a competitive league so we generally get our bump-set-spike each rally. I’m glad I agreed to play (even though I haven’t played for a really long time). I’m having a lot of fun.