Call Me Crazy

During this extended break from chemo, I have been trying to fill my days and nights. Nothing too crazy until maybe today. It was my womens outdoor soccer team's last spring game. 7 versus 7, small field, last game, results don't mean anything, relaxed opponent. I had paid $65 to play this spring and I hadn't played one minute of one game, I hadn't even made it out to watch a game. I wore my Survivor buff to protect my head and I think the other team gave me plenty of space, but it was nice to kick it around a little, maybe 25 minutes. I had a decent assist, so there's that. Who knows when I'll get a chance like that again, had to just go for it.

 
When I first saw the pictures that Hector took, my initial thoughts were all about my weight being down, even though I am in the healthy BMI range for my height. But yet I am still 15 pounds over the imaginary perfect weight that I carried around in my brain during my 20s and 30s. How wrong I was.