I play like a girl

But I’m ok with that. Today was my first soccer game. Honestly? I was nervous about it all day long. I’m lame like that. I generally get all worked up about new situations. Not enough to not do whatever it is, but enough to seriously consider backing out. What’s the fun of running away from life though? I love trying new things. There’s just those last second, what-the-heck-did-I-get-myself-into?!?! type thoughts that sneak in. If you virtually held my hand or made me laugh on Twitter while I freaked a little thank you so much.

Anyway, I worked up the nerve to go inside and was informed that since it’s a co-ed team there has to be two girls on the field at all times. There were two girls there. ::commence mental freak out number two:: The other girl (the smart one) quickly called playing defense and my eyes probably grew as big as saucers when I realized that meant I would be playing forward. ::visions of self being carried away on a stretcher:: Thankfully God loves me and another girl showed up before the game started which meant I could play defense and not die. Yay for not dying!

We played a pretty good game. Well, at least we tried really hard. I even got a few good blocks in. There were also a couple times when the ball when straight through my legs but we’ll not focus on those. The only really dumb thing I did was go back to the same side after half time. Duh, of course we switch sides halfway through. You’d think the fact that I was standing amidst the other team would have clued me in. Nope, one of my teammates had to call me over. ::facepalm:: Oh well.

I ended up playing almost the entire game. I think I sat out for maybe two or three minutes at the end of the first half but I stayed in the entire second half. Since I played defense I was able to rest while the ball wasn’t on our side. Don’t know if that’s what I was supposed to do but I did. So there. It meant I was only dying half the game. Or really like three quarters since the other team quickly figured out who the weakest player was and focused on my her side of the field.

We went a really long time and kept them from scoring. Aaaand then not so much. The final score was 7-1. They basically murdered us. At least we got the one goal so it wasn’t a complete embarrassment*. I didn’t mind losing so much since I was just proud of staying conscious. I think it really bugged a couple members of my team though so I felt a little bad about that. I’m definitely starting C25K tomorrow to get my endurance above like, zero.  I’m also going to try and get a soccer ball so I can practice between games. I don’t expect to play professionally (bahahaha, sorry just reading that makes me laugh) or anything but I know I could improve a lot if I just kicked a soccer ball around every day.

I’m really glad I joined this team. Not sure how glad they are that I joined but oh well. They need my warm body at least to be the second girl. For now? I’m cool with that.

*Yeah, who am I kidding? 7-1? That’s still a complete embarrassment.