oh. my. gosh. pain.
charlie horse in right toes. strawberry/rasberry/someberry on my knee. not enough girls to have subs in soccer game. me <-- whiny baby

i managed not to score a goal for the other team, so i feel that is good. i also made a heroic lunge (at least in my imagination) that resulted in a somersault off the sideline. this left me with two achy knees and a chalky stripe of pride down the back of my shirt.

somehow i had imagined myself starting off my first soccer season learning that i am a soccer genius with mounds of natural talent previously unrevealed. this has not turned out to be the case. but at least i'm burning lots of calories.

i'm going to go soak my muscles and my pride in the tub. my mid-twenties have definitely left the building.