So once a week I play intramural soccer with my sister and her roommates. (Above photo unrelated… except gimme that baby.) Now, what I’m about to say next may shock you, since I am the slowest/least motivated runner ever, but let me let you in on a little secret.
I’m ridiculously competitive.
Like… beat my boyfriend at Scrabble and dump a Gatorade bucket on myself competitive.
(I just Google image searched “unnecessary Gatorade bucket” and it yielded absolutely NO good results. Ugh.)
So anyways, this competitive nature usually leads to me leveling bitches in our 6v6 half-field games that have absolutely no significance. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, but I’m also approximately twice the size of the average BC Plexorexic undergrad… so last night when I collided with a girl we both ended up on the ground and I think she almost died. And I got this sweet turf burn:
(I’m really really ridiculously good looking… check out that hair.)
But like, you shoulda seen the other guy.
