Whoa, crazy. Tomorrow, I start my last preseason as a collegiate soccer player. Every day from here on out is a series of “lasts”… Last opening home game, last conference game, last season. It’s crazy to think that over 16 years of time and effort and passion have all been leading up to this point. What the hell do I do with myself when it’s all over? (Go to med school is the appropriate answer but I’m not ready for that yet). Maybe I can keep playing with my semi-pro team and then go overseas and play professionally for a year to delay this inevitable moment when I am finally finished with a high level of competitive soccer.
We’ll see what happens. Sorry for the short post, people. I’m frazzled and nervous for the beginning of the end. (Also for the two-a-days and horrible fitness tests).
DG
At the run today, two of my granddaughters (15 and 18) helped man one of the watering sites. Also there were two 15 year old boy soccer players (on another grandson’s team, he was running). As they became bored, the boys chose to “impress” the two hot girls by throwing water at each other. The girls were unimpressed. However, fun was had by all (I think). Ben (the runner) finished the 5 K in 18 and 42 seconds. I, on the other hand tottered in at 34 and a couple seconds. I did manage to not walk at all although I think one or two of the walkers may have beaten me.
Good luck and play your heart out. No regrets. My son is in his sophomore pre-season of college football. He’s loving it.