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I don’t have the arm strength,” I said. “And I can’t aim my hit.

Excuses excuses.

Since last year (really, since I joined the team), I’ve been trying to hit a home run. I can get on base, and I’ve even had extra-base hits. But that home run was proving to be annoyingly elusive.

The boyfriend-now-fiance (BNF) advised that I should try hitting to right field, because I’d have a better shot that way (even though, as I mentioned, I can’t aim). So yesterday during warm-up, I took a few hits and aimed as best I could. I hit a soft shot out that way and told DVo, the pitcher, “That’s where I’m going to have to hit my home run, if I have any shot at getting it.

And then came our first at bats.

As soon as I made contact I knew I had an extra-base hit. And once I stepped on second, and saw my base coaches waving me on, I felt the grin overpower my face and I knew I’d make it home. Even if I had to pummel the catcher to be safe (which I didn’t).

In fact, all the way down the third base line I was yelling, “I got my home run!” and practically skipping onto home.

First at bat of the game. First home run ever. And our first win of the season. It’s kind of like the runner’s high – lasting longer than I ever expected.

And now, as Memo said, I don’t have any excuses for not finishing my 25 list in full.

So does driving up to Baltimore this weekend count as a road trip?

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I promised that I’d get to it eventually. I’ve been on another type of adrenaline high for the week, so jumping out of a plane just didn’t seem to be that big of a deal.

Okay. I’m lying. Still kind of awesome.

I’ve wanted to jump since I turned 18, but I never could find both willing companions and the funds at the same time.

So when I saw the Living Social coupon announcing that the jump would be about half its original price, I knew I couldn’t pass it up. And, of course, at that price, I managed to rope a couple friends into it with me.

When we got to the field in the middle of nowhere (Virginia), I started to question my sanity. All I saw were a few barn-esque buildings, and two (what seemed like) toy planes. There’s no way we’re going up in those, I thought. They must be used for something else. And I looked around in search of the real plane from which I’d be jumping.

We got all harness-ed up, practiced our arch-kick technique, and then we waited.

"Show me your tough face!"

The waiting was the worst. We had no idea when it was going to be our turn, who our tandem jumper was going to be, or if we’d be the unlucky jumper who landed in the tree. One of the instructors, Captain America, seemed like a showboat, and neither LT nor I were really keen on having him.

Which means, of course, that he was mine.

Captain America would probably describe himself as a funny guy. But not even his jokes that it was only his second day jumping could distract me as we took off in a plane that felt like it could fit in my apartment.

I was the lucky little duck sitting right next to the pilot, who leaned over and pointed to something right by my leg: “This is my fuel gauge. Don’t touch it.

Awesome. Because there’s just so much room to maneuver in here.

But that anxiety, not even fear, but just genuine nervousness, all stayed on the plane. When Captain America took me out on the ledge and we began our freefall, I felt like I was on the best roller coaster ride of my life…but better.

I was screaming out of excitement. I couldn’t believe the literal rush I felt hurtling through the air. And when the parachute opened, I could only gasp, “Oh my god…” several dozen times.

The float down was peaceful. I could see everything in every direction and I felt like I could float there forever.

After we finally slid in for the landing, Captain America asked me if I’d do it again.

My answer?

In a heartbeat.

But maybe I won’t sit next to the fuel gauge next time. Way too much pressure.

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You would think that in a weekend in which I went skydiving, that that would be the most exhilarating event of the weekend.

You would think.

But this weekend you would be wrong.

Skydiving was a rush. That’s no surprise. And I’ll devote a whole post to it later this week – complete with photos. But skydiving was on Saturday, and something much more exciting happened Sunday morning.

It started out with the plan to do a long run with the boyfriend – down Rock Creek to the Lincoln Memorial and along the Mall. It was a gorgeous day, if a little bit warm, but we had a great few miles from home through the park. As we were nearing the back of Lincoln Memorial, however, we realized that we had not anticipated this heat and a brief break was in order.

We stopped at the top of the steps overlooking the Potomac and I played photographer again (trying to get a good angle like the boyfriend always does), with moderate success.

As we were preparing to continue on, and pick up some water, the boyfriend paused and told me, “I’m so glad that we can run together. I love that we can do this.

I agreed, of course, not knowing where this was coming from, and then came the rush.

He got down on one knee and asked me to spend my life with him. He pulled out the ring that he’d had tucked in the pocket of his running shorts and presented it, as I tried to pick my jaw up off the ground and gather myself enough to say, “Yes! Of course!

With the ring newly on my finger (and my happy tears mostly dried), we went to celebrate at brunch with RB, LB, K, and E. And then came the next surprise.

All during the cab ride I’d been trying to call Mama to tell her the good news, and she wasn’t answering her phone. I said to the boyfriend (now fiance), “I can’t call anyone else before I talk to my mom! Why isn’t she answering?

And then I walked into the restaurant and saw Mama, Daddy, and some of my best friends (including Cla – who had helped the fiance plan and execute), and I burst into tears once again.

Skydiving was a rush, for sure, but Sunday, May 8, was infinitely better.

A: Jumping out of a plane’s got nothing on simply saying yes.

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Like motorcycles, for instance.

And after last night, not only do I like them even more, but I can also officially check another item off my 25 list.

I knew that one of the guys on the softball team, Bones, had a motorcycle. I’ve been begging him for a ride for the better part of a year, if not longer. So imagine my excitement when this little email pops up in my inbox a couple weeks ago: “The bike is running like a champ, so pay your life insurance up and come ready to ride on Thursday.” Done and done.

Except for the thunderstorms that week, which meant postponing the ride.

And then the thunderstorms the week after that, which meant postponing again.

But last night, Mother Nature was on my side. That ride was everything I thought it would be – and more.

I was expecting a thrill – something that might have me screaming, clutching on to Bones for dear life, and maybe peeing my pants a little. Like a roller coaster ride.

What I got was all of the thrill and none of the scared. I felt more comfortable than I ever imagined I would zooming down the parkway, and leaning into the turns.

I still don’t want to drive one, but I can’t wait to ride again.

And now, the picture book version:

Here we go! You can tell I’m excited because I’m already wearing the helmet – even just to walk across the softball field to the bike.

See? So excited! And perhaps a little nervous.

I did try to take one photo looking badass, but even with the flames on the bike and the helmet, that look doesn’t really suit me.

Hop on! I’ll give you a ride. (You’re safe, since I don’t have the key.)

Just sit back. There’s where you can put your feet. Yes, of course you can hang on to me. You’ll be fine.

Now get ready for the ride of your life!

(Okay, he may or may not have said that. But that’s what I heard.)

And away we vroomed!

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