I found out today that I was placed on a team in the Glendale Women's Soccer League, which is great. I wanted to be put on a B team, which is the more novice, less competitive league. When they placed me, I asked to confirm I would be playing in the B League, but they told me there were no places left there and they'd placed me on an A team - more competitive, better players. Which means I will be the worst player on my team and everyone will hate me. I'll be "that player," the one where everyone groans when I'm out there and prays a goal doesn't go in. Well...maybe I'm just being too hard on myself, but still.

I had my second session with the soccer coach this evening. So far, in two sessions, I have come away with two injuries...all before setting foot on an actual field. During the first session, he tossed a ball at me when I wasn't paying attention and I ended up jamming my finger. This time we were playing in a park (not on a field) and I had to hop up this 2 foot brick wall to retrieve a ball in a big flowerbed or whatever, and I mis-stepped and came down, full weight on my thigh across the brick. I'll assume there won't be a small brick wall on the soccer field next week, but I don't think any of this bodes well for my return to soccer. I feel like a total klutz. Although I'm sure my father will attest to the fact that, even as a child, I always played soccer with more aggression than grace.

I can tell you, my leg already aches and there's a huge bruise rising. No matter what my brain thinks, I am forever reminded that I'm no longer a teenager.