Lunch time football- not for the faint-hearted

I almost had a heart attack! The culprit? Football.

No, I wasn’t watching the game. I was playing football during my lunch break. A few guys at work play every Thursday and they were kind enough to extend an invite to me. UnFortunately, I have been looking for a way to increase my heart rate that didn’t include extreme sports to keep fitter. So I said ‘Yes’.

Source: Aha! Jokes, http://www.AhaJokes.com/

I ran around the pitch following what I hoped was the ball and kicked it (mostly missing and kicking air) in the direction that I prayed was the goal. My chest felt like it was going to explode. I must have blacked out but I vaguely remember reaching for my water bottle and thinking that this was the end of my life. Apparently, it was a 45-minute game but I can swear we were running like mice for days. The captain caught me looking at my wrist watch one time and shot me a dagger-look. I gave a final sigh of relief at the end of the game when the 9-4 score (we lost) was announced. I was later told that I scored a goal. I truly cannot remember that happening but who am I to refuse a pat on my very sore back? In any event, I have been particularly  happy since the game, thanks to the release of those desperately needed “happy” hormones that are now running free. It must be a rather high dose because I am thinking that I will play Thursday lunch time football again soon…..  After my breathless display of talent, surely, I should get another invite :). When I come to my senses, I’ll make a sensible  decision to stick with swimming and perhaps to the occasional treadmill…

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  1. SandySays1 says:

    If you’re really brave – ask around the office and see if anyone took a video of the game. And if you’re even braver, ask to look at it.
    Sandy
    http://www.sandysays1.wordpress.com

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  2. Haha, go for it, girl !!

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  3. nice illustration!

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  4. Great post.

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  5. Haha! Can’t even remember making a goal, huh? It’s funny that you think the hormones kicked in and that’s why you are considering playing next week, again. Be careful — I used to work in a physical therapy clinic and so much of our business was weekend jocks who were past 30, playing once a week (or month — or year), and ripped, tore, or broke something!

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  6. You should give yourself a pat on your back for playing football! My husband loves football, so I played some in my past. It’s a tough sport! When I saw the picture, I thought you broke your toe. That’s what happened to me twice when my husband and I kicked a football around in our apartment. Well, I was trying to steal a ball from him and kicked the sole of his sandal with my barefoot and my toe went crack. No kicking a football in the house for me. Thanks for your sweet comment on my blog!

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  7. Congratulations to your score, but poor you!

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  8. Whenever I play again, after a long hiatus, I end up losing the nail on at least one big toe :(.

    Only benefit? Nice new nail 🙂

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  9. LoL! Love the cartoon! Kudos, for getting out there and playing and enjoying yourself!

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