lola plays flag football

instead of dedicating my evening to laying around, eating pizza and watching Gossip Girl, i accepted a last minute invitation to play flag football with Sasha (haha you like that, K?). Sasha had told me before she was playing flag football. i always thought it was really cool but i had no idea it was such a workout. when i got to the field and before we started tossing around the football, she told me to stretch. i kinda laughed at her until i realized she was serious. "oh, okay yeah i'll stretch". this was my first clue that flag football is SERIOUS.
so we started throwing and not only do i "throw like a girl", i may actually throw like an infant. i also catch like a dumbass. the dudes on my team can catch the football mid air with one hand. my catch? not pretty. basically i let my gut catch it.
i also learned that when you're playing defense, the girls are the rushers. so i did a lot of sprinting. when i say a lot i mean my thighs are on fire. i'm not kidding. i swear i've been running. it has not been a lie! but my thighs feel like they're back on the high school track team. hurts so good, but shew! i'm 30! i ain't no spring chicken! the quarterback i was rushing was also lightning fast. he'd go left and i'd follow and in the time it took for me to blink, he'd go the other way. since i'm not superhuman, i ended up following the back of his ass a lot.
i did manage to catch one. GO ME!
thanks Sasha for inviting me. i had an awesome time. my thighs will thank you later after they've stopped screaming in pain. :)