Holy soccer, batman. Besides dabbling in intramural soccer on a grassy field not regulation size, I haven’t played soccer since I was 4. And I hated it. (I also hated my bowl hair cut, but I could only get out of one) Chase after the ball? Please, it should come to me.
I digress. Point is, I’m playing on a friend’s soccer team and I played soccer tonight, in my football cleats (thanks, two houses, it’s great sharing my stuff) and bright yellow tall socks, on turf, and I didn’t suck. “I don’t know about soccer, but I can run,” I kept telling them. And this turned out to be true. I didn’t know why we were getting penalties or what the eff to do when they yelled at me to shoot–yes, but how? Top of the foot? Inside? Right? Left? High? Low? Obviously I shanked that. But I stopped some balls, prevented some plays from happening, and ran. A lot. Soccer is a lot of running.
But the whole CrossFit point of this is two-fold: I just returned from lower altitude last night, and I never got winded, despite the fact that I was sprinting all over the place. Woot conditioning! Point two: I was better today than I was in college, and I chalk it up to increased hand-eye coordination from CrossFit. You can’t snatch a heavy barbell without a leetle beet of coordination. It translates to hand-foot. 🙂
Now I just have to watch the World Cup so I can learn the rules, the positioning, and the plays. No prob. Easier than getting out of a bowl haircut anyway.
Random housekeeping sidenote: there was a supps delivery issue, so I haven’t started my cleanse yet. 🙁