You’re welcome.
Practice was good.
I’m exhausted.
Make sure to ice
your shoulder.
Get some sleep.
Icing right now.
Good night, Raine.
Night, Trip.
“Where are you going?” I asked Heather, our catcher, when I noticed she was getting dressed.
“We’re going to sneak out to the bar next door. Do you want to come?”
“No, I’m going to stay in and get some sleep.”
“Okay, I’m going to crash with some of the other girls. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Don’t miss the flight,” I told her as she opened the door to see if the hallway was clear.
Heather waved before she slunk out to meet the other girls for a night of debauchery. I didn’t blame them for wanting to go out and celebrate. We had a shutout away game today and they deserved to let their softballs down.
My shoulder and every other part of my body was stiff from pushing it to its limits. Having the hotel room to myself with an abundance of ice from the ice machine was my kind of night.
Throwing on a pair of sweats and my hoodie, I climbed under the covers with my teeth chattering. The ice bath was a necessary evil, but I couldn’t convince any part of me that was true. I turned on the TV, but I couldn’t concentrate as warmth started to seep into my muscles.
I grabbed my phone and noticed a text waiting for me.
Good game today,
Raine. I’m proud of
you.
Thanks.
Be sure to ice.
I just got out of
an ice bath. Now
I’m trying to get
Warm.
Cuddle up with
Cheeks. I’m sure
she would like that.
