Guess who’s playing playing field hockey again? ME! I joined a club and had my first game last night. I had to replace pretty much all my gear since the original paraphernalia is in storage in.. Denver. I didn’t mind so much since most of the stuff is pretty stinky. You could also say I upgraded slightly. My new cleats fit a bit better (and are also way styling pumas) and although I am hugely attached to my first stick, I have to say that my new one is pretty snazzy. The game was such a blast and playing again really was like riding a bike. I hadn’t forgotten nearly as much as I thought and I found that I can still send that ball flying. It was so awesome! I’m extremely happy to be playing field hockey again. Today my back and my butt hurt, which reminded me that my backside will probably be getting a little plumper (with muscles of course). Since playing I’ve had strong urges to hit a ball against my parents’ fence until I blast a couple holes; it’s taking a lot of self-restraint not to (don’t worry Mom, I won’t do it!). The uniforms are a little… ghetto. Plaid skirts. Whoo hoo! At least the jerseys redeem – green and white sleeveless. I would love a little familia support if anyone would like to come and see me play; I will have a game every Wednesday evening. The point of this post: I couldn’t be more thrilled to be playing again.
Oh, and a quick thank-you to my sponsors. Daddy and Conor: I couldn’t be doing this without YOU!
