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It has been lots of fun, and ever so nice to see some dear friends regularly!
I don't think I am talking out of turn if I admit that we are pretty bloody terrible, by anyone's standards. But we are yet to totally embarass ourselves. Two losses, but only a goal in each game. Not too bad for a bunch of newbies.
I had a brief affair with soccer in my early thirties. I loved it: being part of a team; having a legitimate excuse to unleash my competitiveness; having a weekly romp in the grass. What's not to like?
My last season in 2004 ended abruptly, when I got pregnant with Nugget and dashed my hopes and dreams of being a Masters Australian soccer star. The fact that I couldn't actually play all that well has no bearing in my memory; just the fact that I had to end the season early because my baby bump grew.
While I was feeling a little apprehensive about recommencing my fling with the world game last week, the moment we worked out the rules and got ourselves into position, I was hooked again.
The 30 minute game flew by in a sea of sweat, breathless moments, kicks, laughs and confused looks. It was enough to exhaust me and I was still wearing my tight quads until about Friday last week. Sigh.
And then last night, as I timidly stepped back out for another game against women half my age, those same thigh muscles punished me. After 5 minutes of play I was sore and tight, a lot less flexible and kind of wishing I didn't have to get through the game. Sigh.
Like many aspects of life, it is not like it used to be.
Maybe this cougar hasn't got what it takes to tame the young beast anymore?
Have you experienced team sports lately? How have you found your performance? Still got what it takes? Or, like me, are you needing to rethink your involvement?