Welcome to CRAZY (Part 2: The After)

Part 1 was posted prior to this and should be read first…

Just a little quick background before I begin to write how football could have POSSIBLY changed my life in the significant ways I was implying in my previous post…

I was born an athlete. Not a very GOOD one, but one all the same. My earliest memories are of challenging my older brothers and their friends to sprints in the backyard, despite being 2 and 3 years younger than them (and quite small). I can remember that desire to beat them and make them think, “WOW! She’s really fast! I almost got beat by a girl!”

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Welcome to CRAZY- (Part 1: The Before)

About two years ago my life consisted of being a mom to two elementary-aged kids, a wife to an overworked husband, and for all intents and purposes, a bored and somewhat miserable housewife. I spent my days cleaning or decorating the house, cooking and eating, and fantasizing about moving to a new house somewhere far away just so I could have an “adventure”. I exercised almost every day but never saw anything come of the hard work, and hurt all over… my knees were a mess, my wrists were constantly giving me problems, and my lower back gave me so much pain I had to see a chiropractor at least three times a week. My friends consisted of my mom, my sister, and my sister-in-law and the generic “acquaintances” on Facebook. In my free time I watched real estate and cooking shows, and scrapbooked my life into scrapbooks that no one ever looked at. Although I loved the people in my life, it was boring. I hadn’t made a friend in years, and I was growing more and more complacent with simply growing older, growing fatter, accepting the aches and pains that went along with both, and living the typical adult life of a stay-at-home mom.

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