Every year the college and young adult girls from grace point get together to play football in an annual powder puff football tournament against other churches in the area. I wanted to play last year but found out I was pregnant. Training started today and I thought it would be a good idea to train with them since I've been wanting to work out. I was even excited to play some football. I was a little hesitant because I am much older than some of the girls. But I think that I'm not THAT old and that I can hold my own. I approach the field and I see the 2 college male "coaches" and I was a bit embarassed. I was wishing that I've been running and that I was in shape. I was hoping that my 6 months of personal training last year will help me. I was comforted to see the two college girls that I know and I approached them and in an upbeat voice," are you ready for some football?" the one male coach asked "you training with us" "um yeah and maybe play to see how I do.." then he goes "well try outs will be in two weeks." oh wow. They're intense... I didn't know there would be try outs. Thats a bit harsh. At least let the girls be a part of the team and just bench them. I wouldn't mind sitting on the bench... the rejection of not making a church football team is a bit embarassing.

I never realized that you need to be in top shape to play football. I do feel motivated to work out regularly and thats what I really want out of this experience even if I dont' make the team. I love the young women at our church and it was fun to run and do some football drills with them. I had to split early because Jonah started to cry and it looked like I was going to miss the suicide running. Thank goodness. But I'll definitely try to put in some running time this week.

Hubs and my three children watched me play and it was so cute. Emma and Jadyn try to run with us but Emma quickly gave up and ran towards hubs. But jadyn stopped and cried b/c she couldn't keep up with us. So cute. Then Emma and Jadyn watched us run around the field and I hear them yelling "go mommy go... go mommy go..." Then when we were doing the football drills, they'd cheer for me to catch the football. Emma would come over and she'll encourage me. "do good mommy" and she'll stick out her fist and we'd tap fists. I have fans.

I can't wait till we can play some practice games. I can feel that I'll be very sore tomorrow. I hope to lose some weight and get fit.

I remember last week I was saying that I'd be a really good linesman and that I can't wait to play and went on and on in excitement about being a linesman. Then my youngest brother goes, "umm noona, being a linesman is nothing to brag about... they're the slowest and fattest of the players." hahah I knew I'd get some encouragement from my brother.(sarcasm)