So Asa’s soccer team is calling themselves the Green Hornets. This was my friend Tom’s suggestion — as they’ll be wearing little neon green shirts and little neon green socks over their tiny shin guards during games. He also suggested they make buzzing sounds to strike fear in the hearts of their opponents. This is probably a good idea since only four of the team were inclined to participate in practice Monday. The rest clung to their parents in fear or defiance. At least buzzing like hornets would give the clingers something to do. Poor little guys. Honestly, if you’re ever having a bad day, let me know and I’ll send you a video of one of the practices. The cuteness will cheer you right up — if it doesn’t turn you to stone first.
It’s late and I’ve got to jump into bed, so I can get up early try and catch up on some leg and core workouts. And then run and run. I hate getting behind. It totally saps my motivation. I’ve spent most of today trying (and largely failing) to get caught up.
Here’s a picture from that talk the other night. I love it because I have no idea what could have possibly caused me to gesture like that — and because of that classic plate of Tex-Mex food in the foreground.