As the weather has been warming up, it's been so wonderful to be outside more and more. One of our favorite things to do is put our little 9 pound shih tzu, Lilly, in my bike basket and take her on rides around the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, the warmer days means that if I'm going to go out for a long run (I'm slow, so it takes a while), then I have to start earlier in the morning. I'm not much of an athlete, so running suits me fine. The only other sports I've done was sit idly in right field on a few softball teams, a brief stint in kickball in Portland last summer, and play intramural football in college at Biola University.
I found these photos (which were from the pre-digital era) and I thought I'd share some of those powderpuff football days. They were anything but powderpuff, or atleast that's what we'd like to think. There were quite often broken bones and countless bruises. It was NOT just fun and games.
Our team (which, by the way, I will not tell you our name...no one but us knew what NPA stood for) did pretty well the two years I played, and one year, for playoffs, one of the dads donated pads and cleats. We were pretty stoked. Until after the first game, the refs brought out the intramural playbook and told us that while we didn't have to forfeit our first win, we couldn't wear the gear anymore. That was a real bummer for the dad who bought them, since now everything was used and he couldn't return it.
I like to brag that my dad was a football player in college, my older brother did in high school, and I can proudly say that I too joined the ranks of familial ballers. Don't I look tough, by the way? Apparently I believed that if I just bent my elbow I would grow a muscle. I think I'll stick to running...slowly.