I signed up for an adult indoor soccer league.
Tonight was our first game. No practice. Didn't know my team. Chubby. Out of shape.
What was I thinking??
I was scared out of MY MIND!!!!
I knew this day was coming.
So I did the obvious:
Practiced.
Kicked the ball around.
Ran.
NOT
I bought a pair of really cool new shoes
And tonight I showed up for our first game.
The only girl.
And apparently I did not get the memo that I was on the "black" team.
The other team was "white"
And I wore Fluorescent Pink
And I huffed and puffed.
My face turned red.
I missed a few balls.
And the goalie NEVER passed it in my direction.
But you know what?
I had fun.
I had fricking fun.
Just like they say when you're 5.
All that matters is that you had fun!
Well in this instance it is.
And I'm proud of myself.
It's small
But I really was afraid
And I did it.
Because the fear of not trying FINALLY overcame the fear of looking like an idiot.
(finally-geez)
And I'm going back next week.
Apologies in advance to the rest of my team...
