Thursday, July 28, 2005

Dumb Things From Kickball, Part 3

Sunday, we had a practice/scrimmage with Lon's team.

I got there a little late, since I had decided to try out my skates.

Surprisingly, the bearings are not, in fact, ruined.

It was another beautiful day. I skated from Reston to Sterling and back, taking about 90 minutes.

I didn't carry any water, since I figured the water stops en route would be sufficient.

This, as it turns out, was a mistake.

I made it to the practice fields and joined the game already in progress.

I was playing outfield, which usually leads to head trauma of some sort.

When Lon was at bat, I knew he was going to kick it to me, in an attempt to put it over my head and generally make me look foolish.

So I backed up.

As predicted, the ball came at me, a little short. I sprinted forward and scooped it up at my feet.

I'm not sure if I fell, rolled or flipped, but I made the catch and ended up flat on my ass, with my legs splayed out in front of me.

Everything was fine, until I realized that both of my legs (quads) were so cramped up, I couldn't bend them.

Dehydration, and all that.

Eventually, with help, I hobbled off the field, and after some Gatorade (it was just like in the commercials), I recovered.

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