In case I haven’t mentioned it already, you should know that my entire family loves the game of soccer. Five out of six of us play, coach, and/or referee – leaving me to do what is safe and wise: 1) feed them all well 2) try to keep up with the practice/coaching/game/referee schedule as much as is humanly possible 3) cheer loudly from the sidelines and 4) for the love of everyone involved, stay far away from the soccer ball.
This system has worked well for years. But Saturday told a bit of a different story where Mom and soccer were involved. I had done my part that morning of feeding them all well before games, and then cheering loudly from the sidelines. (Although it was really cold, so instead of cheering very loudly, mostly I was focused on keeping my nose from dripping.)
Because an entire morning of soccer games is apparently just not enough, Matt and the boys decided to start a pick-up game on a small field with a few of their young friends. My kind husband then asked if I would like to join them out on the field.
I hesitated briefly, but given the fact that I am determined to get fit and thought that spending that time on the field with my family might actually be fun, I said yes. After all, I was cold. I figured that I could at least play for a couple of minutes so I could get warmed up a little bit.
One hour and fifteen minutes later, we decided to be finished. Yes, for one hour and fifteen minutes, I played soccer.
Perhaps I should clarify.
On-lookers may not call what I did “playing soccer”. It may have appeared to be more like a crazy 38 year old woman stumbling across a soccer field while occasionally making haphazard foot contact with a rolling ball.
But I’ll have you know – I scored five, yes…count them…FIVE goals. Why yes, I did.
I’m not entirely sure how it happened, because during the entire game, even though my brain often knew just what to do, that message usually didn’t quite make it to my feet. Generally, I felt like my feet were made of cast iron and wouldn’t budge or lift or turn the way I was trying to tell them to. But, since I was on my husband’s team, he obviously did a great job feeding the ball right to my foot so that I could force, flick, or otherwise, fling the ball into the net.
Oh, had I told you that number already?
I should also mention that by the end of our game, I was so tired I could barely walk. And yes, today, I do have some bruises and sore muscles. Playing soccer definitely uses quite a different variety of muscles than does walking, jogging, lifting, and doing work-out videos. And the bruises. I definitely learned why shin guards are required for soccer.
But it doesn’t matter, because I scored five!
And now, while I sit here with ice on my knee, I will work on our menu plan for the week…
Sunday, April 22
Bbq meatballs, baked potatoes, green beans, sweet corn
High school huddle – Grilled hamburgers and hotdogs, chips, pickles, olives, carrot sticks, butterscotch bars (x3)
Monday, April 23
Whole wheat pancakes, blueberries
Tuna casserole, peas
Tuesday, April 24
Easy breakfast casserole, oranges
Beef and cheese burritos, pineapple
Taco potatoes, tossed salad
Wednesday, April 25
Chocolate chocolate chip muffins, applesauce
Easy noodle stir fry with carrots and broccoli
Barbeque brisket, cream scalloped potatoes, green beans
Thursday, April 26
Warm vanilla soother, cinnamon swirl toast
Tuna salad on crackers, tomatoes, olives
Baked three cheese chicken pasta, tossed salad
Friday, April 27
Whole wheat donuts, apples
Chicken nuggets, ranch potato wedges, peas
Saturday, April 28
Applesauce bread, scrambled eggs
Turkey sausage and red bean stew, cornbread muffins
I’d be the same way – I stay away from soccer balls b/c the only thing that I seem to be able to kick are other people’s shins. :(
Congratulations! Feels good, doesn’t it?
kentucky Lady 717 says
NEVER PLAYED SOCCER, GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT THO….LOVE YOUR MENU FOR THE WEEK…..WISH I HAD YOUR ENERGY :)
My siblings and I love to play soccer together, although none of us are that great at it. I think one of the biggest things to learn is teamwork! Everyone has to work together or it doesn’t happen. It’s very rare that one person can take the ball from one end of the field to the other and score a goal … all by themselves! As the Third Day song goes … “We’ve got to come together … ” :)
One of my worst memories of soccer is when we were playing with some friends and their little girl (age 2 or 3, maybe?) walked into the playing area. My kick was totally off and the ball hit her square in the face. I felt terrible, but she was okay.
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Awesome!! I love the game of soccer to. My daughter use to play and I’d go to every game and scream from the bleachers. Would have to agree, soccer is a ruff sport. Sure it’s a great work out for ya.
Congrats on your five!
I remember the first time I went for a run. I ran six – six whole blocks before I had to give up because my knees hurt and my lungs were raw from breathing hard.
But boy did it feel good! It may sound silly but my six blocks are six more than when I just stay on the couch. And your five goals are five more than you score when you don’t join in, right?
Hey, six blocks is six blocks – great job!
wow! you are brave playing soccer…. my husband will never catch me on the field! way to go… He can’t wait for our little boy to be big enough to play soccer…
Karen Dee says
Can’t wait to try the butterscotch bars!
way to go Laura! I’m so very impressed! that’ll keep the boys talk’n for a while :) 5!
Sheri Beeker says
I made your applesauce bread yesterday and my kids loved it. I did use a little sugar instead of rapadura…still trying to work on the healthy baking thing. But, the bread is almost gone today. Thanks for all of your recipes. Its very inspiring!
Amy Rose says
Way to work that ball!
I reviewed several of your weekly menus, and they actually look a lot like mine. Do you ever try meatless meals? I guess I should do some recipe searches for quinoa, soy, lentils, and beans…
I don’t do meatless meals very often – we definitely love our beef around here! But I do try occasionally. Breakast at our house is almost always meatless and occasionally lunch is too. I wish our family liked beans better but unfortunately, we don’t so much. :)