Back in the Saddle

Remember last year's Majorly Dramatic Freshman Year on the High School Field Hockey Team grand finale? When she positively refused to participate for one second longer or it was going to scar her  for life (and I concur) so we let her quit? The girl whose life had revolved around field hockey seasons? (Here there are two.)

So the saga continued because she really loves field hockey. Bratface played on the parks and rec team this past Spring and she went to the Shoe Camp in July on credit from last year. {Oh yeah. I paid dearly for my daughter to sleep away from home for 3 nights and to run her hockey ball dribbling ass up and down the treeless fields in 100 degree heat for 8 hours a day and by gum I'm going to get my money's worth.}

Now. For the past week everyday from 7:30-9 a.m. and again from 5:30-7:30 p.m. she's gone to practice for the junior varsity high school team. She's sore and exhausted and I have to sit down just to hear about it. The first thing they do is run 3.3 miles! Just the thought of that makes me DIE on the spot. Poof. Gone. But the whole atmosphere seems better this year. The coaches are bringing back a little something called "fun" (and yoga!) along with the hard work and they've convinced the new crop of Mean Girl upperclassmen to welcome and support new teammates. This was not a welcoming and supporting team last year and they lost many good players. I was egging Bratface on to try out again, but honestly? If those meanie high school bitches and hard-line coaches made my baby cry ONE MORE TIME...

Well she did it. And she's doing it! She didn't just creep back in and hang on the sidelines like a dog with her tail between her legs either, oh no, not only is she doing it, SHE'S KICKING ASS AND TAKING NAMES!  (Did I ever mention that she was Captain of her middle school team?)