My summer soccer league has started up and I had my second game this morning. Two games, two goals scored by me. My body is starting to remember how to do what my brain tells it to do, which is nice because it was disconcerting in the Spring to realize the degree of communication breakdown that occurred since I last hit the pitch as an eighteen year old. I played competitive football and full court pickup basketball until I was about thirty (plus some three-on-three tourneys), but I let my athleticism lapse over the last fifteen years.
I didn’t really realize how much I missed the camaraderie and just banging bodies in a competition, but it’s already rewarding now that I am at it again. It kind of makes me want to play (American) football again, too, but I’m not that crazy.
