I am finally beginning to accept that my high energy days are a thing of the past. Yesterday, I got onto the pitch at Randolf and Ogden to see if I could recreate what I used to be so good at doing. I sucked. The enthusiasm is still there. The desire to win is still there. But the energy has vanished.
Zambezi’s next soccer season starts late June and I’m wondering whether or not I have what it takes to go through another season. Spring hasn’t been easy. I pulled a hamstring during the second game of the season and that largely contributed to my inability to perform as expected in subsequent games. It just seems a little pathetic that I could go through an entire season without scoring a goal when barely a year ago, I averaged 1.2 goals a game.
I guess that’s a part of life. I’m heading towards the stage where I join the fans. Perhaps Zambezi and I would be better off if I stand by the sidelines and cheer — or boo. If I bow out this summer, at least I’ll go knowing that I had some pretty good moments. But it’s going to be tough to say goodbye. I have so much love for the game.