Monday, 1 August 2011

Sunday

This is my day off from work so what did I do. The new wwoofer and JH had to leave early so I made breakfast while they did meditation and gumdo and I did mine after breakfast. Then I slept like a baby for 2 hours and I got to work on trying to perfect a technique for roasting peanuts without an oven to make organic and fresh peanut butter. 

After these things which are exciting to do and boring for you to read, I got a text message.

"Let's go play soccer."- Y

I texted him yes and 20 minutes later a friend picked me up. After stumbling through asking him if he was farmer he said yes. We arrived on a beautiful field in a park. 

"Greg"- Y said.

"Hey"- I said.

And so we did the pleasantries and he asked me about my experience playing soccer. After I told him that I hadn't played since "high school-" he asked, "no, since I was a child, I didn't play a lot." THen I explained how soccer is not popular in America so its not popular to play and I wasn't strong.

The men around laughed and it would be the first of many times because they were strong players and I was very weak. 

JH later joked that they were horses, I wasn't. And It's true. And twice my age they ran circles around me. 

During half-time I said, "My spirit is strong, but my legs are weak- like rubber bands."

Y gave me lots of encouragement throughout the day but basically at this staged all I can do is try and play and try try try some more.

"Play till you die," Y translated from another Korean. It was fun, but my stint of goalie cost them 5 goals- not great, when they were better on paying for ice cream.

Still it was fun to run around and my body felt great. Soccer is a really good sport for people Y advised me and I believe it because you spring alot and work your legs and generally sprinters have a very low percentage of body weight. It's good for such a calorie rich age, but also it's really fun!

So then we got home. JH was picked up by us and we made a chicken stir-fry which was delicious. 

Great day. 


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