This weekend we arranged a play date at the park for The Rooster and one of her friends from daycare.
I played soccer with the nine year old brother of Rooster's friend while the other parent watched the girls on the playground.
I used to play competitive soccer when I was in elementary and middle school, but I’m pretty sure my last season was when I was in sixth grade.
Nevertheless, I was impressed with my speed and agility.
[Look at me go!]
I kicked the ball with amazing force and precision!
[I am an Olympic Soccer Super Star!!!]
I played so hard and ran so fast that I wore the nine year old out. He got winded and had to quit first.
[Ha!]
I was feeling really proud of my self and, because I am not very mature, I taunted my nine year old friend.“I a-am faster. I a-am stronger.” I sang while shaking my butt in little victory shimmies.
He grinned, rolled his eyes and told me to shut up.
However, I am a serious idiot.
Oh, my aching HUBRIS!!
I am in desperate need of some sort of butt massaging device…
...and a walker.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Oh, the Geriatric Pele
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LOL. That whole "age is how old you feel" is so good until your muscles remind you you're not that young after all! Sounds like you had some fun though!
so the real question is, how did you feel the next day?
your aching hubris is telling you to go out and do it again!
I played competitive soccer year-round all the way up to college. When I was 16 and at soccer camp we had a scrimmage with a group of 12 year old boys and they ran us completely ragged. I couldn't keep up AND I ached the next day, you know, at the ripe old age of 16. I dread to think what I'd be like now in the same situation. Dead perhaps.
You are one brave lady...just watching makes me tired...so you go girl...bet your ass is killing today........
oops.
That massaging device? It's called a husband. Put him to work. (rewards optional)
Whoops!
i say you challenge the 9 year old to arm wrestling next
Sounds like you are paying for the fun you had.
We all should be out playing soccor with our kids/grandkids.
Lie prostrate on an ottoman and have K dig his elbows into your tailbone, the ache from the bruising he'll create will make you forget the other tweaks.
Oh that is funny! Went for a power walk yesterday outside in the freezing cold in lieu of a run on the treadmill inside.
My bum is sore from the power walk!
Getting old is a real pain in the arse!
Butt massaging device = husband
I had to look up hubris.
Well, at least you got a workout in!
Dammit! I was hoping there would be a pic of you AS Pele, oh Photoshop goddess...I know, I'm selfish like that.
Sorry about your bee-hind.
Moobs has a pirate acquaintance that might be of use to you.
Otherwise, get back in the game! Challenge the youngster to a rematch! (I might be channeling my exercise class instructor...)
I don't know, but I think a butt massager sounds good regardless of whether you played soccer.
For what little it's worth: I spent Sunday afternoon flat on my back after the birthday party. Apparently my old self can only stand on my feet so long before my lower back starts to hurt like a mofo.
There isn't enough popcorn in the world to get me to try to outlast a 9 year old playing soccer.
You are to be commended for your valiant, yet futile and doomed, effort.
Before I was preggo, I decided to go for a run. Apparently I was in pretty good shape because I ran like 8 miles the first day.
The next day, my knees were swollen like melons and I could hardly walk. Apparently, one should not run 8 miles the first go.
Now, with my big ole nursing tatas I'd be lucky to hobble 8 feet!
Welcome to the "I'm not 21 anymore" club. Haha. Funny story, told well as usual. I enjoy your writing so much.
Fun. And funny.
at blogher? Consider me your butt massaging device
It must have been worth it just to show that 9 year old up.
Last time I played I charged up the wing and slammed in a peach of a cross that connected firmly with the head of a 10 year old boy and lifted him cleanly into the air. His parents rushed to his side and the little trojan got up and insisted that as soon as he had bent his glasses back into shape he was fit to resume.
The ball rolled back into play, I swung my foot and launched an equally gorgeous cross smack into the face of his 8 year old brother.
I haven't seen his parents much since then.
Fun funny post. That'll teach ya. Seriously, good for you.
I fought the garden and the garden won this weekend.
Man...I'm getting old.
Good to see that we are all in this together...
But when he gave up did you pull off your shirt ala Brandy Chastain?
You. Make. Me. LAUGH!!!
We feel great while we're showing off...but the old age gets us in the end, and in your case, literally!
And when you shared this moment later with your K, did he snort? Or offer to help you walk to bed?
hahahahaha
tennis ball. have k get in his park ranger uniform and roll a tennis ball on your butt.
i promise it will feel so much better (i'm a massage therapist, i know these things)
Doesn't matter. You kicked that kid's butt, and he's not around to see you limping today!
Do kids today even know about Pele? Yeah, he was great and all, but he never shagged a Spice Girl, did he?
Methinks it's time you joined a women's soccer league!!!
Well but at least you still got game.
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