Feeling the burn.

...the good burn, I mean.

Man, I used to dread going to football practice. The thought of running around in the cold and rain twice a week really didn't appeal to me. So for the first few weeks, I pushed myself to just get to practice. That was my battle. "Get to practice, Aimee. Do the damn running and go home." So I did. And now I am LOVING going to practice.

I love my damn teammates. They're awesome. I love playing football. Even in practice, while we're not allowed to put on the pads just yet (league rules), we play some hard-hitting ball. I come home from practice every night bruised and battered, and it feels awesome.

So yeah, I'm feeling the burn. Football twice a week, plus personal training, plus dance lessons. Man, I am going to be a beast. I am one right now.