Married To Baseball

JJ-MJ.

Jailyn~

Blowing a raspberry out of my lips, I pull on my jersey a bit, trying to get it to fit more how I'm used to. It's been about two weeks since I'd noticed my weight loss, and I haven't been able to ignore it in any outfit since. Getting into my full uniform for the first time since August seems to be the clearest indicator of my weight change. Tucking the fabric meticulously into my pants helps a little, even with my pants not fitting perfectly right now either. This is obnoxious.

"Check out those guns, girl," Carly comments, taking a seat on the bench in front of our lockers. She'd had an earlier time slot than I did, but my marketing degree had me pulled away early this morning to help finalize some of the campaign plans.

Scoffing, I flex for her a second before tightening my belt two notches more than I used to. "What has your routine been? You're looking shredded."

"You don't really want to know," I answer, shaking my head as I grab my new pair of cleats. "Just full disclosure, I'm in a really weird headspace with all of that right now."

"You okay?" She asks, concerned now more than anything.

"Yeah," I confirm, swinging my leg over the bench to straddle it facing her. "I'm just trying to find that line of gaining some weight back but in a healthy manner. I lost like twenty pounds during the trial."

"That much?" Carly asks, shocked by the number, "I'd noticed that you lost some weight, but you still look good."

"I didn't even notice until my anniversary," I confess, "Me being five-nine, that technically puts me underweight. Kind of just in my head about it more today, as these are the pictures everyone's going to be seeing this entire season. It's not lost on me that people look to me as their idol or something; I don't really want them to think this is the body I feel the best in even if there's nothing seriously wrong."

"That's fair," Carly confirms, "We'll just make my smoothies every day instead of just on game days."

"Perfect," I answer, chuckling with her. "Might have to do two a day."

A few more of the girls continue to file in and out, all wrapping up their respective shoots before I head out for mine. Greeting all the necessary people, I find my place on the back drop as they get everything set. Flicking my braids to the front of my shoulders, I wait for further direction. After six years, it'd be hard to be nervous about this whole thing. Then again, being the face of the sport, let alone this team, gives you a lot more practice than most.

Going through the motions of every direction I'm given, be that tossing a ball, swinging my bat, or dancing to whatever song they decide to blast, I get through the initial shoot and the setup clips. I think we all appreciate how quickly we're able to beat through the needed shots. Once finished, we reset everything before I'm given a few sides from the scripts that were built for our promotional shoots. Most of it was going to be voiceover, but I guess they wanted some clips to cut to.

Glancing through them, I try to memorize what I can. As well as everything has flowed so far, we really could invest in some cue cards. "Might be a dumb question," I start, pulling the needed attention to me, "Am I the only one doing lines? Or doing the main lines?"

"Carly and Maddy both have some," Our director confirms, "You do have the most though."

"Got it," So I do have to lock in a little more here. This is by far the most in depth media day we've had since I've been here, but we also haven't this much attention on us before either. Each year the interest seems to grow more and more, which is great; it's just crazy how much has changed since I joined the team.