I didn't get picked last

It was like being back in middle school or high school...Today at my all-women fitness boot camp we were going to play soccer. We are all pretty new to each other so I hadn't had an opportunity to make either a good or bad impression. They didn't even know yet that I've never played soccer on a team, other than the required sessions in school PE.

The team leads were calling names. It was all happening fast since there aren't too many of us. I dreaded being the last gal standing. But I wasn't. I didn't get picked last! The team lead didn't pronounce my name correctly, but who cares. I didn't get picked last!

I'm not overly athletic; I'm not underly athletic. I can do enough to get by. But since I was picked in the middle of the pack I felt the need to prove myself worthy.

I played hard, defended my "man", ran after the ball. I had a moment where I was completely open near our goal. There was a runaway ball. This was my chance to shine. I sprinted towards the ball, trying to get ahead of it. Knowing I couldn't outrun it, I executed a quick leap ahead, angled my foot for a direct line into the goal upon impact, imagined my personal glory, and fell right on my hip/ass.

I didn't make the goal, but I think I made an impression. I'm one to give it all for the team. Some road rash is a small price to pay for not being picked last.

New Year and Already Apologies

It's 2008 and I haven't blogged anything yet. I'm really grumpy today so this is going to be short; just a "I'm still alive and I'll still plan to blog" post.

Just paid bills and that puts a damper on any day in my book. Plus it's a real killjoy to the retail therapy I usually like to do when I'm grumpy.

So, sorry, this is it for today.