For anyone who has watched me attempt to walk and navigate stairs the past few days, I lame my blame on these cruel weapons of torture:
After nearly a year hiatus, I finally pulled my good ol' soccer gear out for a co-ed game on Sunday. And despite training for and running 5Ks, the game still kicked my butt. It may have also had something to do with the triple-digit heat index, but I don't think the heat has anything to do with the dead weights I've been dragging around below my waist for the past few days. All I can say is thank goodness we had subs.
I've got lots of this to look forward to though--I had just been a "sub" on the team, but one of their full-time girls had to quit so I got bumped up on the roster--which means a game tomorrow and another one on Sunday. Oh, and did I mention I'm running a 5K on Saturday? My legs (and feet!) are going to hate me.
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