So my first week in our ward, two different people make a joke about how I'm a Sommerfeldt - which means I love sports, right? Right... not. In reality, I'm terrible at sports. I even made a joke over the pulpit about it in my talk. People smiled and nodded and laughed and thought it was funny and then turned ward intramurals over to Ryan and I
(probably thinking in their minds that I was being exceptionally modest...not suspecting that I was actually being truthful...)
Sports and I have a bit of a history together... and fortunately, Ryan's included - so it's blogworthy. Waaaaay back in the day when I used to go to high school, I had this friend named Jordan who invited me to go to play basketball on a Friday afternoon at a church with him and his friends. Long story short, it was NOT a good experience. I got the ball exactly once and panicked, forgot to dribble, and promptly passed the ball to the other team. I have this problem where my team and the other team all look alike whenever I'm in a pressured situation...
Anyway... we go off to summer break and then come back for senior year, and lo and behold, Ryan invites me to go play basketball. Same friends, same Friday games. I was scared spitless. However, I also really liked Ryan. Basketball = excuse to spend more time with him = higher chance that he might like me...
(and we all know how that worked out :)
So I went to basketball, scared to death, but determined to a) not die, and b) not look like an idiot. Both of these were pretty lofty goals. However, basketball that day was a happy surprise. The game was less violent and stressful than I remembered, and afterward I spent an hour shooting with Ryan rebounding and talking to me. Just me. It was the best day ever of my short little seventeen-year old life.
The rest is history--history that includes watching Ryan's tennis matches, playing Spanish Club soccer, taking a BYU tennis class so that I could at least have a vague idea of how Ryan's serves should be returned
(in theory, at least), playing golf for the first time, swimming, running, biking, rollerblading, volleyball... you get the picture. Ryan loves sports.
So it seems only natural that our first experience in a "real" married ward together
(we sort of don't count the other one - we were there for such a short time...) includes playing ultimate frisbee--me for the first time--and organizing the ward coed softball team and playing on it--again, me for the first time.
Being married is all sorts of adventurous fun :)