The Amazing Chameleon Woman

Another game of soccer, another loss. This was played against the top team of the league. Our first two games were against the top two teams and "baptism by fire" has been mentioned more than once. The whole thing has been a great learning experience, but I still have yet to sub out during a game. I also work harder than smarter at this point because of inexperience. What effect has this naivete cost me? I get hit a lot. I hit people a lot. Such is life.

However, in the middle of this past week I noticed weird coloring on my leg and it took me a while to recognize it as a bunch of little bruises. I also have a large bruise on my right arm and my feet are, again, falling apart. That was before this week's game. Now, in the hour since I've gotten home, I have already the makings of a bruise on my stoma-- I mean, rock hard abs, and two bruises on my chest that outline a couple of ribs pretty well. Who knows what new bruises will appear within the next week? I also enjoy getting all dolled up for church because I can wear a nice skirt and nice shoes and bruises everywhere. I feel hardcore. :)

The good news is that I played back today, meaning I wasn't playing midfield where you run constantly. The bad news is that the coach told me to let him know when I thought I was fit enough to play midfield regularly. "As soon as possible, preferably." Sweet. Soccer is taking over my life, but there are considerably worse addictions. I hope by the end of the season I am polka dotted with bruises. Eh, I thought being white was too boring anyway.