As the wife was still in NY with number 1 daughter I had the chore of taking number 2 (aka;my new riding partner) to her soccer practice. Fridays are scrimmage nights with the parents. Something my wife has gotten out of, using the exscuse of probly having a heart attack. The big sissy.
I was trying to figure out all day weather I would participate. I haven't sprinted since my knee surgery so I'm a little leary. I did chicken out at the last minute. After watching some of the other fathers kick the ball around (obviously they're on some kind of league) I didn't wanna try sprinting for the first time there.
I felt bad. My daughter was disappointed.
So Saturday, the wife and kids are out messing with the soccer ball.
I join in with them playing around, chasing and kicking the ball around.
For the hell of it, I try to do some sprints.
In a nutshell, no, I can't do that anymore.
After cutting around back and forth trying to take the ball away from my wife, the knee felt like crap.
I might get around to easy jogging again on the treadmill but runnings' out.
I'd like to get some of those ball kicking fathers out on trail on a bike and see how long they last. Sissys.
No, I'm not bitter.