Thoughtful Tuesday

Ok.. So i once more took time off and didn't blog. I do promise that i will try and be better at it.

As for my life, its been busy and a lot more fun then I thought possible.

What am i doing? Well I will tell you.

I decided that between softball, racquetball and cycling that i didn't have enough on my plate i was conned into learning another sport. So now i am playing soccer as well. Not that beginners soccer either.

I am playing goal keeper..

Don't ask..

Just know that when I got home the first night after playing, that it was all I could do to lift my hands above my head and actually scrub my own head. i think at some point I managed to get it cleaned and out of the shower. I found that it was easier to drop my head below my knees and dry it down there then it was to stand straight up and try to lift my heavier-then-lead arms above my head.

Needless to say that by the time I was in bed, my whole body betrayed me and I was just short of knocked out when T asked me to turn off the light out in the hall. How I managed to get up is one amazing feet but when I was trying to walk towards the bedroom door and ended up in the wall might have been my first clue that perhaps I was on the verge of exhausted. I do remember turning off the light and finding my way back to the bed. Feeling the wall the entire time to make sure I made it to the correct room and to the bed without stubbing toes or falling over or even face planting the wall again.

T's only comment was that I was out.. She tried to say good night and for her effort I think I managed the normal grunt.

The next day… I have to admit here I am normally slow about getting out of bed. Thinking of the good things in my life, my partner next to me, and such wonderful things.. However.. My thought was on the body parts that were not hurting..

Oh which ones.. Yeah. .. That is about how I felt about it. Think that maybe my face was the only thing that didn’t hurt. Legs didn’t either.. So I knew I was good there.

But my hands.. Yeah.. Lets talk about my hands.. Yeah they are my life. .my work tends to require hands.. I could move my left hand just fine, but seems my right hand, well it was on vacation. I have this nice sweet mouse that only requires the thumb to move.. Yeah well my thumb seemed to be hopped up on too much coffee or something. Every little effort to move the mouse let to it shooting across my screen. No matter how slow I tried to move it, it was not working. At one point I had to use my left hand to slow down the right thumb so I could at least work across the pages.. Not what I thought was fun.

So.. Yea… I learned a new sport and for my troubles I had two days where my hands felt like they were sand blasted.. No I don’t know what that would feel like but.. I can image..

I did recover and by my second game, I was ok. But I must admit. Slapping the ball.. Not so much fun…

Any soccer players out there, let me know..

Off to recover and prepare for another game, Thursday night.