Pain. Lots of pain.
So, the heat finally broke, and I spent the late morning/early afternoon yesterday playing soccer in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park. It all started with an e-mail from a friend:
From: Josiah R Madar
Subject: Soccer?
I know I have floated this idea by some of you, but it might actually happen now: this Saturday morning 11:00 am, Prospect Park Brooklyn, soccer, for the unathletic. No off-sides, no yellow cards, no shin guards, just lots of panting and coughing and resting and missed shots.
So about ten people showed up to play, and over the next few hours we managed to pick up another five or six players who were just walking by and asked if they could drop in. Needless to say, the random soccer players looking for a game on a Saturday morning were generally playing at an entirely different level from us “unathletic” guys and gals who started the game. We all held our own, though, and managed about three hours of decent play. It felt great.
Until today, that is.
Woke up with a combination of muscle aching, bruises, and the worst sunburn on my shoulders and arms I’ve had in years. Don’t know what I’ll do with the rest of the day, but it’s going to involve lots of lying in bed and whimpering.