Yesterday was the championship game in our flag football league, and WE WON!



The game was way, way too close for comfort and emotions were certainly running high on the sidelines. By the end of the game, the other team was screaming a lot -- at us, at each other, just in general. (To be fair, a few people on my team did a fair amount of yelling too.)

There were questionable holding calls, complaints about how fast the QB was being blitzed, really, it was exactly what you would expect in the championship game when everyone wants to win.

We started out a little rocky, and the other team struck quickly. But once we settled down, we got our offense under control, and we were able to move the ball down the field pretty well.



Every time we'd get a sort of comfortable lead though, the other team would throw a long bomb down the field for a quick touchdown.

Luckily our defense brought their A game yesterday, and managed to force several interceptions, including one toward the end of the second half that was really the game changer.



In the end we won by five.



Don't worry guys, I didn't actually play on my stress-fractured foot. I had the super important job of keeping the time for the game, which basically just meant I frantically paced up and down the sidelines willing seconds to tick off the clock faster.

And what better way to celebrate our sweet victory than by drinking out of the trophy?



Yes, that definitely happened.

And just like that, my rec league sports have wrapped up for the year and I can start counting the months until softball season rolls around.

I am more sore this morning from playing flag football yesterday than I was Saturday morning after my 20 mile run.



What is wrong with that picture?

My 20 mile run went OK. Mentally, I wasn't really feeling it, so I was really glad I had plans to meet up with Megan around mile 5 so we could do a large chunk of the mileage together.


Megan, her roommate Jax and me

Sometimes just knowing you have someone waiting for you is the kick you need to get out of bed and get moving.

The run started off kind of rough. My legs were tired and sore and I couldn't get my mind to stop focusing on how much longer I had to go.

By the time I met up with Megan and her roommate Jax, I was so thrilled to have people to talk with to distract me.

The next four miles flew by as we talked and laughed. Jax split off after about nine miles, and Megan and I split around 16. By the time Megan and I headed our separate ways, you could tell the mileage was wearing on both of us.



I managed to finish the run in 3:19:45, just under a 10 minute per mile average pace. It wasn't as great as my 18 mile run the week before, but it's still a time I was happy with.

I did my best to recover well, knowing I had a big weekend ahead of me with my friends' wedding and the start of flag football season.


Quick shot of me and friends at the wedding. More on this later!

My legs were feeling pretty solid by the time our football game rolled around on Sunday, and I played a decent game. I had two catches for first downs! But of course, after my second catch, I got clobbered by a girl and flew into another guy and took a nice tumble.



I can feel every bit of that fall this morning in my right knee, hip and hamstring. I iced my knee yesterday after the game and tried to stretch out my very, very achy hip and hamstring, but it didn't do much to help.

It's definitely not a serious injury, but I was just surprised by how sore I was this morning, since the fall didn't seem all that bad during the game. Probably a sign I'm getting old. I can't take those football hits quite as easily.

Last night was our last regular season volleyball game. Sadly our team did not have one of the best performances ever, and I think it means we're going to get bumped out of a chance at the playoffs.


I'm bummed that our season is over.


I signed up for this volleyball league back in November when my touch football league was ending and I was looking for another team sport to get me through the winter. I signed up with my friend Emily, but other than each other, we didn't know a single person on our team.


Our team was a mix of talent levels. We had some great servers, we had people who could dig really well. We lacked a little bit in the setting department, but as a team we always had fun.


We were fairly competitive, but not to the point of being obnoxious. I mean it was a rec league after all.


I ended up making some great friends through the league and I'm going to miss seeing them every week.


Several people on the team, including Emily, are going to continue playing together in the spring, but I didn't sign up for the spring league because it just would have been too overwhelming with triathlon training really kicking into high gear and my softball league starting up in the next several weeks.

So for now, I'll be retiring my team "That's What She Sets" shirt. I'm really going to miss playing with them in the spring.

*All photos from our league's Facebook page.

I think it's safe to say after one week I'm pretty obsessed with my volleyball team.

After spending all summer and fall playing softball and football, I wasn't looking forward to heading into winter without at least one team sport on my agenda.

Rec league sports are just too much fun.

So I convinced my friend Emily to sign up for a volleyball league with me.

It's been ages since I've played volleyball for real -- probably not since middle school. But when Matt and I were dating, he was super into volleyball (still is) and I spent a lot of time watching his games, picking up on strategy and learning how things work.


Turns out I actually absorbed some of the hours and hours of game strategy I listened to over the years, and I was able to put some of it to use last night in our first game.

We won three out of the four games we played last night (probably should have won the fourth too, oh well!)

For a bunch of people that had never met each other until a few minutes before the start of the game, we pulled together pretty well.

There was definitely a bit of that awkwardness of a bunch of new people playing together for the first time. No one wanted to be too aggressive with calling the ball or stepping on people's toes, but by the end of the night we were working much better together and we're beginning to get a sense of people's strengths and weaknesses on the court.

I, for example, can dig a ball pretty well, but ask me to set, and well that's just comical.

Oh and somehow I became the team captain, which is pretty cool. I like being in charge of stuff.

I think it's going to be a great year for team That's What She Sets.