On phone with my brother.
Me: "Tom, I have a dream. I want you to support me. Don't make fun."
Tom: "Okay, what is it?"
Me: "I want to learn to play soccer, and play on a recreational league in nine months. I want to be an actual contributing member, and not just there so they can meet their co-ed status."
Tom: "Great! Let's do cardio together when you visit. You'll need to train enough to run 90 minutes."
Me: "I don't need to be put into the field for the whole game, just part of the game."
Tom: "The team only gets two substitutions. 9 people will be out on the field for the whole 90 minutes."
Me: "Oh really? That's a lot!"
Tom: "You didn't know??? Why didn't you look this up before setting the goal? Next you're going to say, 'Wait, there's a ball? I didn't know I have to kick a ball around. But I want you to support my dream of playing on a league.'"
Me: "How many balls are there on the field at a given time?"
Me: "But seriously, 90 minutes is a lot. Okay, but I'm still going to aim for it. It's just scary."