What is it about a bruise, or ripped hands, or a gnarly gash from an olympic bar or a slide in soccer that makes us so proud?
If we didn’t actually “hurt” ourselves (spraining an ankle, breaking a finger), we’re proud of the minor injuries. This isn’t just CrossFitters or hardcore athletes, it’s anyone. It’s proof that we tried hard, gave our all, and left a little bit of our skin on the field/bar.
Last night, I played my second soccer game. I am getting the hang of it–I know where to be, where to go, from the middie and defensive positions (ha, well except when they told me to go in at fullback and I said, huh?) Towards the end of the game, I went in at defense and got in a one-on-one tussle with the forward, which resulted in both of us tumbling down and me getting cleat marks on my upper thigh.
I was so proud of myself–I hit the turf! I went up against a girl who knew what she was doing and challenged her! Big day for me. Have another game tonight. Feeling excited about learning a new sport and getting better at it!
If you don’t get the extra-long femur reference in the photo above, click here.
Suppdate: waiting ’til after Food & Wine Classic this weekend to start the cleanse, which means I’ll start on June 21. Bummer, but I want the cleanse to actually be clean. 🙂 Workouts have been: Tuesday yoga (man do I love King Yoga), soccer game. Wednesday 1 mile jog / 3 x 40 M sprints, bike to and from town, and tonight another soccer game.