Ah, but I love beach volleyball. It’s admittedly not my best game. My best game is indoor women’s 6’s, if I were to be my own judge, but there is NOTHING like being outside, sweaty, in the sun, spiking down a ball, loofahing your skin with the granules getting into every nook and cranny, and, in Ottawa, if you are lucky, you will be playing by the water’s edge.
This is not a right, you see, but a rare priviledge. Most of the volleyball leagues in town are man-made facilities in farm fields, maybe, or attached to bars. Not, in itself, a bad setup, right? But I like WATER. A real, honest to goodness beach, baby! And so I absolutley LOVE the fact that I play in a league, once a week, at Mooney’s Bay beach in Ottawa. I know, I know, the level of play is not super competitive, but yanno, that’s O.K. this year – perfect really.
So, it is with a sad, depressed heart, that I look to the water’s edge in this heat, imagining the feel of the cool, slick, refreshing agua, and realize that really – it’s kinda gross. Like, really dirty water. And I’m not all that picky. I was REALLY going to get into it. People think I am nuts, but I was. But when, after two sweaty of matches of ball ended, I approached the oasis before me, I truly saw the unappealing puddle that it was. So SAD. I couldn’t do it. There was so much crap floating in it, and it was all murky, and, uh….I just decided I wasn’t desperate enough. Maybe if they had outdoor showers VERY near by? Maybe.
But no, not this time.
So yeah…hot beaches, beckoning water, and facing bacterial infections just for the pleasure of indulging in a little tete-a-tete with nature’s bounty.
Thank god we’re heading to a friend’s cottage soon!!!