Back on the field again.

So a few weeks ago I stepped back out on to the pitch...Ahh the sweet smell of artificial turf, how I missed you.

Now those of you who are regular readers (ok the maybe two or three of you that are occassional readers) know that I have played the sport of the gods ...aka..soccer...aka..football

FOREVER (30 years) ...as my knees can attest.



But for the first time in that forever I started to run that first night back and...didn't go anywhere with any sort of accelleration.



My pregnancy, two month incarceration in hospital, and the follow month(s) which have added up to a year off the field have made me old..and very slow.



I felt like my legs were made of lead (because my arse clearly was) and I was dragging a U-Haul uphill.



My mind was racing down the field, however my body was still lagging far far behind.

So I went home and cried. Because I was too fat, slow and old to play soccer anymore.

And being a soccer player is a part of who I am.

I know I just need to accentuate the positive and all that other rah rah nonsense.

Bugger