Monday, August 22, 2005
STRESS
ok. i often have stress dreams and they always involve soccer. Usually the scenario is that I have a game at a certain hour and im getting ready to go and then all of these obstacles get in my way causing me to be late to the game and im trying to get my uniform on and my arm can't get through the sleeve and my cleat laces break...you get the point. But nowadays, I am actually LIVING my soccer stress dreams. For instance, I had to get my Kelme soccer bag out of the attic, to find my beloved (only worn one season) $150 cleats(it used to be nice to have $$ to burn). I pull them out of the bag and they are COVERED in mud. dried dirt but it was once mud. This is how I treat ridiculously expensive football boots. and I am supposed to teach my son things! eek. well, I got the cleats out by the front door, found some rags and my adidas leather food and...walked away. I am too scared to clean them up, find that my monster feet don't fit in them anymore, and seeing how I have a game in 3 days and no longer bring in any income, I will have to rush out to some store and buy a crappy pair of cleats. so sad! This on top of the fact that BOTH of my women's teams during my pregnant pause were moved up a division. NOT GOOD. I was hoping to loaf my first season, while I got my body back into some sort of soccer shape. Not happening. Tonight I will dream about emptying the dishwasher and making the beds since I'm already living the stress nightmare. hours since baby went to bed: 3, minutes on elliptical: 30, calories burned: 343.
ok. i often have stress dreams and they always involve soccer. Usually the scenario is that I have a game at a certain hour and im getting ready to go and then all of these obstacles get in my way causing me to be late to the game and im trying to get my uniform on and my arm can't get through the sleeve and my cleat laces break...you get the point. But nowadays, I am actually LIVING my soccer stress dreams. For instance, I had to get my Kelme soccer bag out of the attic, to find my beloved (only worn one season) $150 cleats(it used to be nice to have $$ to burn). I pull them out of the bag and they are COVERED in mud. dried dirt but it was once mud. This is how I treat ridiculously expensive football boots. and I am supposed to teach my son things! eek. well, I got the cleats out by the front door, found some rags and my adidas leather food and...walked away. I am too scared to clean them up, find that my monster feet don't fit in them anymore, and seeing how I have a game in 3 days and no longer bring in any income, I will have to rush out to some store and buy a crappy pair of cleats. so sad! This on top of the fact that BOTH of my women's teams during my pregnant pause were moved up a division. NOT GOOD. I was hoping to loaf my first season, while I got my body back into some sort of soccer shape. Not happening. Tonight I will dream about emptying the dishwasher and making the beds since I'm already living the stress nightmare. hours since baby went to bed: 3, minutes on elliptical: 30, calories burned: 343.
