It’s fitting that my 100th post be about how I played soccer in weather that was classified as feeling like over 100 degrees*. There were only a few of us crazy enough to willingly practice an active sport outside on a day with three separate heat advisories.
I probably would have bailed myself if my teammate hadn’t laid on the best guilt trip ever in her email about the practice: “Okay, seriously folks. In the last 36 hours I’ve had my entire apartment flooded by an epic sprinkler fail and been hit by a car while riding a bike. And I’m going tomorrow. So before you decide not to come, please take a moment to consider if your excuse is up to par.”