My college coach sent out a Facebook message earlier this week, asking alumni to write a letter to the current team as they begin their preseason. UGH, that's the worst word ever. I dreaded August when I was in college, because it meant three-a-days in the hot humid weather and the Cooper test, nightmares, mini-mares, deck of cards and the Dairy Queen run. WOOF, just thinking about it makes me break out in a sweat.
So as I was writing my letter to the girls, it got me thinking about my life as a college athlete and the many things I miss and don't miss. So today, I'm confessing, soccer girl style.
I confess… I don't miss the first practice back from summer break. No matter how much work I put in during the summer, I still felt so out of shape the first few weeks.
I confess… soccer tan lines were my life in the summer.
I confess… I've done this routine many, many a time.
I confess… I big part of me still wishes I were a college athlete. I miss my team, my college body, the winning and the shenanigans.
I confess… I'm mad I didn't think to make this video.
Happy hump day, kit kats!