Thursday, April 30, 2009

Sorry, No Pictures

It's a scary and comforting thought that "Life is always changing." But one thing remains constant, every spring I get an injury that RUINS my life for weeks and sometimes months. I guess "ruins my life" is a bit dramatic but anything that forces me "down" physically causes me pain at the thought that activities will not reach full swing. This year, my body decided that since it is in it's 36th year it would like to remind me that I am not superhuman and must stretch ALOT before I engage in competitive activity, like soccer. It also reminded me of the lovely lesson that when your quadriceps hurts and is partially damaged, it is speaking to you and you should go sit on the sidelines and not chase down a ball at full speed (my full speed is unimpressive) only to completely damage the muscle. I have a silly type of pride that won't allow me to stop unless there is no other option. I had no other option, I could barely walk. The sad thing was, it was my night to score a goal. The other team had a sadly unathletic fella defending the goal, and I wanted to take advantage. The good thing is, I am Wolverine. Seriously. I thought I was in big trouble last night. THought I'd spend the next 2 months battling this injury and today I'm a million times better. Last night in my sleep I could feel my body healing and progressing. I don't need crutches. I went to Yoga. I weight lifted (upper body). And met an Antonio Banderas look a like the gym who said to me, "I have the pig flu" after his friend had just chastised him for leaving forehead grease on the bench. It's going to be a great recovery.