The Kids Are Ready To Die

Last week I decided I wanted to get involved in intramurals. I used to play soccer my sophomore and freshmen year of high school and always played on recreational leagues when given the chance, so I decided playing intramural soccer would be good for me. I contacted that area two coordinator to let him know I would be interested in playing soccer. He was keeping track of everyone in the area who was interested in intramurals. I gave him my name and he put me on the soccer list. A couple of days later I got an e-mail from the housing league chair saying that there will be a team and that I will be on it. Soon after I got an e-mail from the team captain. He was very nice and I could tell he really enjoyed the sport. We talked for a little while and discussed positions and availability. Later that week, after the team was full and all the paperwork was filled out, I got an e-mail from the captain about practice. The team of twelve was suppose to meet outside the KUC Tuesday at six. When I got to the KUC there was only about five other people there. They were the only ones to show up. Once we realized this we had to decide where to practice. Our captain was only a freshmen and he heard about a field we could use, but it was a long walk. The co-captain who was a senior thought it would be a better idea to just go to the recreation center and play on the indoor field. None of us really argued with him and thats what we did. It ended up being just as far a walk as the other field, but the indoor field was nicer because it already had other teams there. We were able to just hop on the field and scrimmage another team instead of having to run drills for practice. Once we started I could really tell how out of shape I was. I was sucking wind minutes after the first play and my legs were burning. It was painful for me, but luckily another team came and gave us a break. It was nice to sit down and relax, but I knew it wasn’t for long. It was our turn to play again and my legs once again burned when we played. I could only stay about and hour an half. I limped back to my dorm and took a long shower to try to sooth the pain. My legs were incredibly sore after that practice. I knew I wouldn’t be able to play for the team because I was so out of shape. I felt like I was ready to die every time we played. I told them I wouldn’t be able to play and they were disappointed, but they understood. I need to get back into shape on my own terms before I can play soccer at a competitive level again.