Because I ran a stop sign. This was not worth doing because I almost killed a pedestrian.
Some things are just not possible.
I don’t buy it.
Ok, so, let’s just forget that I am 33 and only started playing soccer consistently at the ripe age of 31. And let’s also forget that I only play on Tuesdays.
I want to be better at soccer. And by this I mean that I wish to stop using my Judo skills on the field and start using my soon-to-be soccer skills on the field. I called this guy named Mark Metzger who is a soccer coach at SPU and he and I have been playing phone tag for days.
In the meantime, I start co-rec soccer tomorrow. Hopefully I will be a stupendous player by the end of the day.
I feel like a fly on the wall.
I play on an indoor soccer team and somehow manage to get a run in addition to this every week. I have been good about getting this done.
I lifted last night for the first time in a while. I am so sore. Tomorrow will be worse. sigh
It’s not. It’s not going to happen. I have accepted it.
Seriously the place was starting to smell like a gerbil cage.
No really, having people throw you around and throwing people around makes you sore. Especially in the leg, neck and back regions.
I am really enjoying birds eye view of the lives of the people to whom I am subscribed.
Fishing is fun. Makes you feel like a kid.
Instead I borrowed one from this guy that I work with. I kick it around the office. It brings me great joy.
I live in the Central District too! Maybe I should have a bbq.