I’m in love.

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I’m in love.

True. I love my husband, my kids, my dogs… but right now I’m talking about soccer.

That’s right. I heart soccer.

Maybe it’s the rush of the game. Maybe it’s the sweat.

Or maybe it’s the feeling of making grown men wonder how that chick got by them.

I have no idea what it is but it’s very dear to my heart.

This love started a long time ago too. I was probably about 12 – which means I’ve been playing on and off for more than 20 years. (shut your mouth about that.)

My body has been through quite a bit; kids, surgeries, a reduction, weight fluctuations since going into full time work and leaving my full time college sports.

I definitely don’t look like I belong on a soccer field.

Once I week, I muster up the strength to block out the self talk that comes with putting this overweight body in shorts and a t-shirt that no longer flatter me.

Then I get on the field and all that self talk goes away. It’s game time. And I don’t give a flying flip about what I look like.

My goal is to kick your ass.

Sure my body doesn’t perform the way it use to but I have an advantage:

It performs better than you think it does.

Offensively, I’m not that great. I have a good foot but I’ve never been good with goal scoring or playing with my back to the ball.

My home is defense.

This is how I see the whole field. Your next move. And who you think your going pass the ball to…

Strong offenders come into my space thinking it’ll be an easy shot.

They got this.

I really try to be sympathetic for them when they start crying about this or that … like my team isn’t suppose to try or something.

Hot shots usually cry the most.

I try my hardest. And sometimes my body isn’t as fast as it use to be. Hoping to get my body (and knees!) back but I think age has gotten a hold of me now.

I just need to get back to the best version of me at this place and time. 

Something.

It’s a long road and it definitely wasn’t an overnight flight getting here.

I think living wholeheartedly includes feeling good about yourself and being happy with your body. I’m trying.

Even if it requires killing 720 calories one night a week.

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What is your unexpected love?

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