Thursday, June 28, 2007
I am SO out of shape. It's incredibly ridiculous. After a brief excursion on Memorial Day playing soccer, a few snappy movies on the subject, and a 2 year mission in Spain as an undercurrent, I finally capitulated and bought some cleats with one objective -- wake up and play soccer at 6:00 am, 3 times a week.
I know, it sounds crazy. But I did it. On my first day out on the field I pushed myself to be the best teammate. I don't remember all the rules, and I am a clumsy dribbler, but I played my best...for 20 minutes. Then I was wheezing with every breath, and seeing spirals dance through my vision. I kept up this pathetic state for another 40 minutes and we finally quit.
I just about died that day. Syler stopped by and split my head open...well it felt that way at least. My insides wanted to be my outsides for a change. OK body! Lesson learned. I won't jump in full throttle after years of inactivity and expect to shake it off. I'll go easy next time.