I've always been a bit of a klutz.
I would have been excellent at sport if only I could throw a ball, catch a ball, run or hit a moving object with any sort of implement.
Having a modicum of balance and flexibility may also have assisted.
Oh, and some cardio-vascular fitness.
As you can see, I was not ever the first person picked on teams at school. And I fear I wasn't a nice person at all because I was always glad that at least I wasn't the last one picked. There was always a very real possibility that I would be, but the team who started picking at least chose me over the very last one left that the other team had to have. *sigh* I am not a nice person sometimes. Particularly when I was in high school.
Yesterday I felt I found my level.
I was throwing balls to a group of 3-5 year olds.
Nice light plastic balls that don't hurt.
Balls that were big enough to catch and hold.
Thrown gently in an arc.
Over a distance of about 1.5 - 2.0 metres.
When my reach is about three times theirs.
And they just expected that I would be able to catch them. There was no judgement. No waiting on me to fail. It was the best time I've ever had that involved round objects in motion.
But the chance that I managed to catch two balls at once when they came at me unexpectedly?
... You guessed it!!!
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