Wednesday basketball is now a weekly work-out. (often limping, dragging my reluctant feet onto the court) For an hour, I can focus only how to get to the basket (or not turn the ball over) and forget about everything else. Within that hour...
I dusted off the shoebox and packed these sneakers in my bag. "Wouldn't it be nice to play in them again..." I thought.
I laced them up, they were as comfortable as I remembered to my surprise. My shots and movement, slowly but surely getting more intuitive compare to months ago. I'm starting to enjoy the game again.
I often look over my shoulder to courtside where I left my bag and smile like I used to.
... huff and puff... resting my hands on my knees.
Squeaking sneakers and tired feet ran the length of the court ...
shot goes up.
levitate.
rattles the rim and out.
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