So, back in high school, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth, I played soccer. Pretty intensely, like not just for the school. I played on city league in the fall, school in the spring, and indoor in between. Of course, that was four score and 600 pounds ago. I haven't played since then.

Now, my soccer life revolves around coaching 8 year olds and being frustrated on the sidelines. I like to lament that I can't play because I'm fat and I'm fat because I can't play. Of course that's not true, but I like my excuses.

Anyway, today I had a (photography) client dad that said he plays on the over 35 rec league. He was probably 2 of me and somehow I managed to say "they take fatties?" in a way that didn't offend him (I must have a way with words). He said no, it was fine, they are very laid back, etc.

Fast forward an entire hour and I'm on the soccer field coaching my daughter. The other coach also plays on an adult league but he's like super intense and scary. I told him I was considering taking it up again and he got all excited and told me that his team is co-ed, they're definitely looking for more women and the game is Saturday at 5.

Um... what the hell did I just agree to??? He could plainly see I'm not in shape, so I guess that's not an issue, but holy crap. I'm going to need to run - without a bear chasing me for motivation.

oh my.

How exciting for you! You are a brave woman!

I'm with jbnwilds though, when I played basketball as a little kid I begged the coach to leave me on the bench. Once when she made me go out some crazy person threw the ball to me (what was she thinking?) and I panicked, and threw it so hard to the nearest teammate that I almost broke her nose. Yeah, blood everywhere. It was pretty traumatic. Needless to say, the coach didn't force me to play again so I enjoyed the rest of my season on the sidelines giggling and laughing with my best friend. =)