The Heater
I love days like these. They smell of grass, dirt, and sweat. And the views are brilliant too.
There's something about experiencing true passion that ignites a flame in my heart. This man is just that - one of passion. And watching him love what he does helps me view life with unique perspective. He doesn't go through his days because he has to. He lives through his days because he wants to. I like that. And I especially like him.
This is what his current throwing program looks like. Just beyond the frame of the photo is a giant net. There aren't any players in the area for the next few weeks, so he's forced to play catch in this alternative style. And I like it. Because I get to help. And today, I really did help. My arm has returned, and the days of "fetch" are long gone. He threw it. The net caught it. I threw it back. And he caught it. Awesome. After, I reluctantly agreed to a long run to flush his arm. For as much as track has marked my life, I really can't stand running. It's an odd combination and one that he says I'll someday overcome. I doubt it. Swimming is much more enjoyable in my book. Good thing I live in Florida.
And to top of a happy, productive day, the return of The Bachelor brought huge grins and girly giggles. Poor Adam. At least I can say that he knew what he was getting into before he married me. It's my one embarrassing admission, and I'm ok with it. He is too. He told me tonight, "I like how much you like the show more than I actually like the show." He's a keeper. And Monday Night Bachelor Night is here to stay for a few months. YES!
And by the way,"Heater" is a term used to describe a fastball. It is also the name of our dog. Well, once we adopt her into the family. And one more thing: I like Ron Paul.
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