Y'ever have that dream where you are trying to run as fast as you can but can't hardly lift your feet of the ground. Just feels like something is holding you back and keeping your body from doing what you mind wants it to do? I'm getting that feeling and it's starting to bother me. My kid and I have been playing pickup soccer on Wednesday nights. Very informal. Sandlot pickup soccer in the purest sense possible. During live play, I see where I want to be and what my feet need to do. The problem is that I'm wearing a spare tire around my waist and have obviously lost a few steps. The competitive drive that burned inside me thru my teenage years has been locked away and put to sleep by years of laziness and apathy. Now that I'm getting more active, it is very frustrating that my body can't do what my mind remembers being able to do.
All is not lost. Every Wednesday night, I feel myself being less winded than the week before. My legs don't hurt as bad and I'm generally moving around better. I can feel the competitive drive waking up and more willing to stay engaged in the game. unfortunately, my mind wants my body to move a little faster, react a little quicker, and go a little longer. I'm sure my body will catch up to my mind one the weight starts melting. Guess we will have to wait and see.
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