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,

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…


  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.


  2. Haha, go for it, girl !!


  3. nice illustration!


  4. Great post.


  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!


  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!


  7. Congratulations to your score, but poor you!


  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 🙂


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


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