I can’t remember whether we were on RM’s track team at the same time.  I was a horrible runner and I kinda joined to say I participated in a sport and to get out of the phys ed requirement.  Because I really couldn’t run, hurdle, or jump that well, by default I threw – the discus and shot put.  I’ve also rarely to never mentioned this part of my history because overall I wasn’t that excellent.

But here’s the thing, that was in comparison to much bigger guys. For someone my size, I actually had a strong arm.  By the end of my senior year, I could throw relatively far.  It helped me playing football and softball.  I could throw fast and hard for someone not super big and tall.

I actually didn’t realize my arm was that strong until others pointed it out.  I remember throwing a football on a missions trip in Nashville and the leader said – what an arm.  I also remember throwing out someone trying to reach an extra base in softball.  I could generally reach home plate from my position in the outfield.

And here’s the real secret.  It’s all in the legs and timing.  The torque and power is generated from the lower body.  In some ways, this is a metaphor for life.  The unexpected and timing are key.    

I remember once you had these hand tumors.  You broke your hand affer playing football.  Fascinated, I looked up the condition and saw some x ray photos.

Your boyfriend at the time didn’t want to accompany you to the doctor. I would have.