We’re in week 17 of my Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired Journey. I’ve had my ups and downs, but I’m still kicking and moving forward. Some days are better than others and this week arguably had one of my best days.
If you can remember 17 weeks ago, I went for a run and could only get around a track once. Then one month later, I was able to run in a 5km race. Following that, I only lasted for 5 minutes on the field for my first organized soccer game as the sprinting was just too much for these unused lungs. I was sucking wind pretty bad, and it was pretty humbling.
Now fast forward to this week, it was the last soccer game of the season, and barely anyone showed up on my team. We had enough people to field a team, and that’s it. This meant that I’d have to play all 55 minutes of the game. I was scared to death that I’d have to quit on everyone and possibly fake an injury to get myself out what I assumed would be an embarrassing 30 minutes of play at the longest. However, to my own personal shock, I kicked some major fucking ass. Like MAJOR fucking ass!
I conserved my energy whenever I could and on occasion kicked the ball out of bounds here and there to get a little bit of a breather, but I ran up and down that field for 55 fucking minutes. I knew that if I stopped to rest by sitting down for just even a second that I most likely wouldn’t be able to get back up, so I just kept chugging. At a certain point, I was on autopilot and actually playing my best game of the year. I was making superb passes and charging the net of the other team. It was a burst of energy I had not dared all year.
For most of the soccer year, I never took chances and stayed within myself, as I didn’t want to make a mistake if I tired out and then have someone blow by me. But on this day, I had no choice but to take chances as I knew that I couldn’t be blamed for much as we had no subs. I don’t like letting people down so in these circumstances it was impossible to let anyone down. The people who didn’t show up let the team down in my eyes.
And with this new found attitude, I finally did something I hadn’t done all year…….. I scored my first goal. I had a two on one break, and as the defender came towards me, I nailed the perfect pass to my teammate, in stride and right on his foot, which set up a breakaway. However, I was not done there. I found an extra gear that I didn’t know I had and kept running full speed. I’ll say this about my teammate, he could have scored without me being there, but he knew I hadn’t scored all year, so he passed the ball back to me right away and I tapped the ball in for the empty net goal. I thanked him for letting me have one, and he laughed because he could see how much it meant to me. Then a few minutes later, the whistle blew, and the game was over.
I had stayed on the field for a full 55 minutes, and I was still standing. I didn’t hurl myself to the ground in exhaustion. I went over to the bench thanked my teammates for a good year with some handshakes and hugs, then picked up my things and walked home.
In 17 weeks, I went from being a giant hurt bag that worried I’d have a heart attack at any second, to a guy who can handle 55 minutes of sprinting cardio with no breaks followed by baths with Lush Bombs. If that isn’t something to be proud of, I don’t know what is.
Thanks for listening.
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