My metabolism is slower, I'm not as quick as I used to be, I need more time to recover after sporting events and I get injured more from overuse. Blah, belch, BARF!
Last week, I was reminded about how old I truly am right now. And where I was a few years ago.
I've been playing coed soccer since I graduated from college. I used to play with a bunch of friends and #humblebrag, we were a bunch of ballers. Most of us played in college and a few were on club teams at big universities. We played hard and we partied hard.
We were a bunch of young guns, that could run all day and had the endurance and skills to play with some of the best teams in the league. We were that team that played 8 vs 11 because other people bailed on us and we still won by three goals. Everyone hated us, but we continued to rock it out.
And then…we got old.
Every year after I turned 26 I felt a step slower and the kids we played against seemed that much younger and faster. But, we still held on and won by the skin of teeth. And then, we started to lose. And people stopped showing up to games so we struggled against the 11 people on the other team. So, after six years, the team disbanded and people found new teams.
I've hopped around and have been playing with one team the past two years. I miss the talent of my previous team, but enjoy the team I play with now. But last week, I was on the other side of losing short handed.
We played a team of young guns, that were down two people and they rocked us by three goals. You could tell they were dog tired and they were talking with each other about playing too much soccer. And having too many games during the week, but they were still running circles around our team. I personally was a touch slower than normal because of my quad and our team just didn't play well either.
As I walked to my car after the game, I fondly recalled those years of being young. And fast. And able to run all day, while helping my team win. I wish my body could be the same it was back then, but now, I guess I have to pass the torch. So I do, happily…while I ice my quad and take my ib profen.
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Speaking of soccer, your butts better turn on the World Cup tonight!
It's the MOST WONDERFUL TIME, in four years.
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole!!! We are excited for world cup in our home! Watched the ESPN 30 in 30 thing twice now... he is a tad obssessed
ReplyDeleteGirlfriend...you are a young and fabulous lady!!! Xx.
ReplyDeleteI second what Hope said...so true!! There was a Brazilian family on my train this morning and they were sporting their jersey's ready for the games!! xo
ReplyDeleteSo does that mean no more soccer playing for you??
ReplyDeletetotally get where you are coming from. I play in a volleyball league sometimes and the girls are getting younger and better and i am juts getting older
ReplyDeleteI think you still look AMAZING and can rock out a workout like no one's business!!! ;) But I totally know the feeling.. my body definitely can't do what it used to!
ReplyDeleteUmmmmmm I am totally feeling this way too but I'm like hey I can do a split now at almost 30 and I could never do that even when I was 21.....so it's the little things ;-)
ReplyDeletePlus rec games are always SO late. I can't stay up that late so I don't play!
ReplyDeleteDon't even get me STARTED on metabolisms slowing down. Jerks.
ReplyDeleteYou are so far from old!!
ReplyDeletegirl yes, getting old does suck ass. Next month, I will be in my mid-twenties. No more 24 - early 20's. I will be getting on up there. Hard to beleive. But you know, you're out there still playing soccer and honey that is ALL that matters!!!
ReplyDeleteIf it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't have been able to keep up with you even in my prime! You are still a beast ;)
ReplyDeleteA sexy beast, might I add.
ReplyDeleteGetting older stinks!
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