LXIV.

I scored a goal today, in soccer.

It was an accident, but lucky accidents are still lucky.

I had lost my interest in soccer, thanks to being so sick and missing last week’s game and then not exercising at all this week. I felt lumpen, slow — and so easily winded. But I made myself go, anyway — how often in life do we just have to make ourselves, and then everything turns out all right — and when the game was over, I wished we had another 30 minutes to play.

(That despite forgetting to bring shorts, which necessitated an emergency trip to Strawberry. Thank goodness for New York City, where buying shorts at 5 pm on a Sunday was absolutely possible).

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