Productive Day!

I probably had one of the most productive times of life yesterday because I played Soccer and burned a full pound worth of calories. Basically, my told me that I could go outside since he didn’t want us staying in the house the whole day as usual. So I took this chance and immediately packed all supplies before my sister could see me going, because I knew she would ask to join me if she saw. Once outside I walked to Lincoln Park and started thinking about where I wanted to play in the Soccer Field. Eventually, I picked the goal that was closer to the fountain so I wouldn’t have to walk back and forth if I wanted to drink water (once I ran out). For the next three hours I stayed practicing my shooting on the goal with my volleyball (since it was the closest thing I had to a soccer ball). The only problem with the volleyball was that it was a bit lighter so I was able to kick it higher easily. 

That worked against and for my favor. The reason it was against me was because sometimes the ball would literally go just above the crossbar and I knew that with a regular ball I would’ve have hit those shots. But then it wasn’t as hard to hit as a regular ball because those can sometimes hurt your feet if you hit it with your toes. Anyway, it was at 5:00 P.M that I was finally feeling hungry and so I walked over to McDonalds, I didn’t want to go home because it was at this time of day that people generally came to play Soccer at the park. At McDonalds, since I had already burned about 1000 calories I didn’t want to eat anything that would go above that. So I had a wrap and soda which equaled to 600 cal.  The wrap had chicken tenders so it would give me protein and it also had lettuce which is supposed to be healthy. Plus, it was either the fountain drink or a vanilla milkshake, and that went above my budget as well as 500 calories for one shake. 

Once my Lunch was finished I headed back to the field and like a hoped there were a group of kids at the same goal I was just at. My dad is right about one thing, I am a bit shy so at first I just walked right past them pretending to be on my merry way. Then, I noticed that I used to play with one of those kids. So I hurried over and he had no problem letting me join them. We had a competitive match of penalty kicks and then tried going for a real 3v3. However, they were arguing too much in Arabic so I couldn’t say anything to continue playing or understand them. Before I knew it, they had to go and we barely even kicked the ball around. All the conversation was directed towards who fouled who and how big the goals should be. Thankfully, I was invited to play with a  group of teenagers that were 15 to 18 years old. One of them was even 21! My team won 10-8 and I was extremely happy. Though I didn’t make as much of an impact my legs were very sore and I knew it was because of how hard I played! I walked home satisfied…