Baseball in the Park

Today was awesome. I went to the park today. It wasn't for a workout or a run or anything like that. I went there with a friend and played baseball. Well, actually we just threw it around, but it was still fun. Both of us used to play when we were younger. I quit when I was around ten and he quit when he was like fourteen. He was a pitcher so he kept wanting to throw fastballs to me. I declined when he asked, but he sneaked a few in there. Needless to say that my hand hurt pretty bad.
As for myself; I played outfield for the most part. It's been so long since I played that i had trouble getting the distance at first, but it got there. My elbow started to hurt a little, but if you have ever played baseball after any sort of hiatus, then you know what that's like.
It brought back some really good memories and made me wish that I hadn't ever quit. Hindsight's 20/20 I guess. I love that nostalgic feeling. It seems like I'm too young to feel nostalgia, but hey, it is what it is.