Since my recent relapse, I have been completely immersed back into my addiction. In the beginning it was a lot to take in, what with all of the sweating, shaking, heavy breathing, blurred vision… And let’s not forget the soreness, stiffness, and bruises. It’s week four of spring season and yes, I’m still alive after practicing with the young guns. Barely, anyway.
My name is Megan and I am a soccer addict. Again. After learning that I would not only be helping out as a volunteer coach, but as an extra body in the field as well, I knew I was in for an interesting ride. And it has definitely been interesting, to say the least.
Week One: Bodily shock. The first day of training after my hiatus included me jumping into some drills and games to even out the numbers. Being a day early in the week, it meant that there would be fitness, more fitness, and then a little bit of extra fitness after that. I told myself that I would NOT be doing the fitness during the practices; I would just be jumping into the games when they needed me.
Or so I thought. Before I knew it, I found myself on the end line ready to run the first set of horseshoes. What can I say? It’s in my nature as an athlete, I guess. The first one went well, as did the second one. In my mind, I was thinking, “Hmm, I’m keeping up with these girls just fine. Maybe I’m not that out of shape!”