I played soccer again today and I was SOO proud of myself for playing the whole game (2 30-min halves). And though I was very tired, it was noticeably easier than the first time I played the whole game over a month ago. Yay! Improvement!
However, I have now been hit in the face with a soccer ball three times. The first time, I was about 7 years old and it happened to be picture day at school... and it had just rained. So as I inoccently walked past the soccer field, I was pelted with a muddy ball. Needless to say, this upset me. Time number two was when I played soccer in junior high. However, in that instance, my face had blocked a goal so that was good.
So today, as the tingly-flat feeling left my face I recalled my previous encounters. Then during the rest of the game, I took two more beatings from the soccer ball... resulting in a stinging thigh and an owie boobie. And actually, I guess that's just proof that I'm putting myself into the game and fighting the good fight.... even if I don't really know what I'm doing. :D
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