Bad choices

There are times when I want to kick myself for bad choices. Today, I thought it would be fun to participate in the dads vs. kids soccer game. It rained overnight and apparently our game was cancelled and no one bothered to tell our team or post it on the league website. *shrug* So, we all showed up and with no other team or refs, we had our pictures taken (that was planned a few weeks back) and then had the dads vs. kids match. I always enjoy playing in these games, so I got out there.

I thought about the bone spur in my left foot - for which surgery is scheduled on May 28 - and decided that I could suck it up and play. I was fine during the game. Adrenaline pumping and all. I even helped the kids' team win. Yeah. That was me who, while trying to clear the ball from in front of the goal, accidentally kicked it in the goal. Yep, kids won 3-2 (the parents' two goals were both scored by Army of Dad). The boys actually came over and thanked me after the game. One particular boy said "Thanks Ms. AoM. We couldn't have done it without you!" Ha ha. Smartassy kids. :) Too clever for their own good. LOL.

But, I was paying for it about 10 minutes after the adrenaline stopped rushing. My foot started throbbing and it hasn't stopped yet. *sigh* I should learn that I'm 39 going on 40 and live as such. I just can't seem to let go of the fact that I was a pretty good athlete many years ago.