I finally got to talk to William last night!
I hadn't heard from him all day, and was getting worried!
He sounded tired and happy.
He haD so much to tell me!
He was one of the only kids that didn't throw up during a heavy pulling exercise.
He was told he would vomit from the exertion, and he was so proud he didn't.
Here was my reaction to being told something he was doing could have caused involuntary chunk blowing...
"WHAT? THROWING UP FROM PULLING A 75 LB. SLED? WHAT? THIS IS A COMMON PRACTICE? ARE YOU KIDDING? WHY ARE YOU THERE? WHERE IS YOUR COACH?"
Bill then calmly pulled my phone from my ear, and talks to Will and says...
"Stud! How's it going? You didn't blow? Cool! That means you're strong, dude! Are you getting hit yet? Did you get your pads? How many people have you knocked down?"
I was incredulous!
All that stuff was COMMONPLACE!
And William was ENJOYING himself doing it!
He was going to plow into people, and vice versa! Soon!
I'm not stupid... I've seen football games, and have even cheered at them!
BUT NOT MY BABY!
HE'S TOO PRETTY TO GET HIT!
So then Bill says to me... "Oh honey... it's fun... he sounds so happy... hitting people is what football is about... it's fun"
Here's what I heard... "blah, blah, blah, fun, hitting people, blah, blah , blah!"
So last night, I did our little community Market Night. I am usually NOT a fan of doing those things, but I HAD SUCH A GREAT TIME!
I met sooo many great people, and got my Mom a catering job with the city!
Next month, it will be a proper Market Night, with fresh veggies and other produce, and they will shut down a street in town.
I can't wait!