Monday Night League

When I first moved out to DC, the only people I knew here were work people and my parents.  Oh, and also Justin (then my sister's boyfriend I had only met twice).

It didn't take long before Justin had introduced me a friend of his from school, someone who played in a volleyball league.  To make a long story short, I played two seasons with his team.  One as a sub and another and a full team member.  Then, I jumped onto another team... the team I'd played on ever since.

It was a great way for me to meet some people in DC (a city I find hard to develops friends).

Last night was officially my last night playing in this Monday Night League.  It had been harder the last year plus for me to play in the league.  The games are played in Virginia, so it is a full hour away from my house.  Work combined with taking care of Samson, that either meant I was driving back and forth to Virginia twice on Mondays or I was paying for someone else to walk and feed Samson.

Over the last few seasons, I had started traveling for work more... so I missed more games.  Then, at times, the schedule just became too difficult.  9:15pm games meant I was home by 11pm if I was lucky.  Then I had to take care of Samson before I showered and went to bed.  That was a rough way to start off the work week.

So after several seasons of hemming and hawing and emailing my teammate telling him I didn't think I was going to play the next season, I finally bit the bullet.  Last night was my last night playing in Monday league.  The season isn't technically over, but I will be out of town for the last couple of weeks and I didn't feel like I could commit to playing anymore.

It was a tough decision as much as I complained about that league sometimes.  Two of the guys on the team had been playing since I started.  That's five years of playing together - longer than people play together in high school and college.  They were really sweet and brought cupcakes.

Hopefully, I can play as a sub a week or two that works out in my schedule. And as sad as I was to let that go, I feel relief that I don't have to stress about it.  Because it WAS a huge stressor.