I just got back from my third hockey game in as many days, and I've got another game tonight. I am tired, sore, and completely happy.
I'm playing nets again which is so great. I know I'm not doing as well as I could because I just haven't been in net for almost a year, it's understandable, but it's also annoying. Plus all the women I'm playing with keep praising me to high heaven, which always feels weird when I let in 6 goals. Although the other team was way younger and way better than us Mother Puckers. (It's weird saying that they were a younger team, when I'm probably younger than all of the women on the other team, but I'm also playing with 50-year-old women, so that's how it goes.)
They're already recruiting me for a tournament in PEI at the end of April.
Our next game isn't until 7 so my plan of action is
1. lie down for a while.
2. make and eat lunch
3. Greek homework (bleagh!)
HOCKEY!
I'm playing nets again which is so great. I know I'm not doing as well as I could because I just haven't been in net for almost a year, it's understandable, but it's also annoying. Plus all the women I'm playing with keep praising me to high heaven, which always feels weird when I let in 6 goals. Although the other team was way younger and way better than us Mother Puckers. (It's weird saying that they were a younger team, when I'm probably younger than all of the women on the other team, but I'm also playing with 50-year-old women, so that's how it goes.)
They're already recruiting me for a tournament in PEI at the end of April.
Our next game isn't until 7 so my plan of action is
1. lie down for a while.
2. make and eat lunch
3. Greek homework (bleagh!)
HOCKEY!