Yep. It's back. And I'm on the sideline again. This time it’s the chest injury that is flaring up again. Mark my words: I will never play flag football again. Ever.
This small, stupid injury is really outrageous. And apparently it will be something that probably happens occasionally for the rest of my life.
Does this mean I'm getting old? No way. I refuse to believe that. Even when I get old, I won't be old. But damn, I still feel older I guess.
Back in college I would work out up to three times day. I would destroy my body over a softball season with weight lifting and games back to back to back. That, combined with terrible sleep patterns and even worse (or better, depending on who is reading this) partying schedules. Nothing fazed me though. I was in the best shape a college girl could be in, but not now. Now I’m just a washed up, former athlete, trying to keep my little love handles under a manageable weight loss goal. ha.
And a faulty sternum. Fabulous.
As much as I hate to say it I might need to get more involved in that dreaded fantasy sports stuff. It looks that might be all I playing at some point.
And speaking of fantasy... SMK's Future Husbands lost last week. I didn't even start Tony Romo, who unsurprisingly choked in the 4th quarter. Whatever though, I reworked the line up a little, and hopefully this week I'll make my way up the standings charts.
If not I guess I'm really in trouble. I'll have no beer league teams and no fantasy, geez, what to do then? Will I have to start knitting or doing crosswords puzzles? Scary.
xoxo Sara Marie
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