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.
Speaking of soccer, your butts better turn on the World Cup tonight!
It's the MOST WONDERFUL TIME, in four years.