Sunday, January 6th (posted 1/8)
This was the second day of my week long program, but the 3rd post. On Sunday, I decided to play soccer. As I am writing this past the day when I actually performed the activity, I am going to say this has been my least favorite one thus far. I believe that soccer, or football if you prefer, is the worst sport to play alone.
I actually spent nearly a decade playing soccer for the Del Mar Carmel Valley Sharks, but on the recreational team. Nonetheless, soccer has been part of my life for a quarter of (3 month seasons) 9 or 10 years. This year was the first year I didn’t participate in the recreational program, and opted to put more time into the referee program which I had also been doing for a few years by now. Being a referee made nice money.
My choice to exit the league was a decision I made as I saw my skill level to be severely outpaced more and more with each coming year. The truth is that little players would play for a decade if they weren’t a spectacular player. I don’t mean to say that I was “bad at soccer”. When I play with my friends in Weight Training sometimes, I find myself exceeding the average skill level of those involved. However I have no problem admitting that I am not a phenomenal player, and in recreational soccer, not many stayed in the league for 10 years if they didn’t find themselves especially gifted at the sport. I will never say I am “bad” at soccer, but it was just something that I did for fun. At my best, I am a good soccer player, but not a great one.
Feeling this way put a bit of a stigma in my head when my mother initially gave me the idea. I will likely always have a love-hate relationship with soccer for the rest of my life. Me being the way I am at the sport led to me feeling bad for myself during the season, like I was the worst athlete to ever walk Earth, but when I ceased playing, I realized how much of a bubble my conscience was consolidated in.
For these, I didn’t really want to do soccer as one of the activities. However, I just dealt with it, and kicked the ball around. It was pretty intensely deflated, and that was part of why I only did this one for ~15 minutes
When I got around to playing, I didn’t have much fun, and it felt kind of sad and boring just kicking around a semi-deflated ball through the legs of an outside bar in my family’s backyard. So far, I spent the least amount of time doing this activity because of this. It was unsatisfactory in all honesty.
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