A couple of years ago, a group of my friends started an annual football game Thanksgiving weekend. Many out of towners are in town, so its a great chance to see everyone, get together and socialize after. Five years ago, when we played for the first time, I remember being panicked. I didn't have any nice workout clothes that I would allow anyone to see me in, especially this competitive group of fit friends. I tried on everything reasonable in my closet before settling on something. I went for a short run prior to the game, as some last-ditch effort to get myself in shape for what was to come?
I was also panicked because this is the exact type of event I want to participate in, and be ok at, yet I was horribly out of shape and heavy. This was clearly one of those moments where I was conscious of where I was, and how far from where I wanted to be I was. I went out and played on the cold muddy field, I gave it my all, but I might as well have been invisible. The couples only threw to each other, my bf was working, I was slow, yet in my head I thought I was moving at mach speed. The days after rank in my top 5 of the most sore I've ever been. I was sore in places I didn't know I had, and places that I never thought would get used "playing" football. I heard later that everyone else was pretty sore as well. That made me feel a little better.
This year was different. There was no panic about what to wear. There was no panic about my stamina or ability to keep up. I ran around and didn't feel like I was going to die. I was not ignored as much, and actually got the ball thrown to me a few times. Best of all, I know I'm not going to be sore tomorrow. Except for my left middle finger, which I managed to bruise the crap out of catching a ball the wrong way when tossing the football back and forth AFTER we were all done playing. I seriously hope this injury streak I seem to be on this year ends soon. Typing with two fingers taped together is annoying.
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