Today is my first practice. I feel so nervous about my fitness. Even though I've been rowing all summer, this past weekend I couldn't make it through 80 minutes of rugby. I eked out 60, just barely, on Saturday, but was lucky to bumble through 40 on Sunday.
My main concerns for this evening are as follows:
1. The blisters on my feet will make me miserable. Damn high heels!!!
2. The fat on the upper thighs will rub together in the humidity and I will get real bad chub rub from all the sprinting like last season and I'll be miserable.
3. I won't bring enough water along and I'll be thirsty and miserable in addition to dead and tired and drained of energy.
At least I'm not nervous about contact. The 53 year old grandmas knocked that timidity right on out of me this weekend. Lactic ladders here I come!