Seriously, this is crazy. It feels like I've been darted. Ow, ow, ow. Not only when standing do I feel like my legs are made of that yummy gelatinous substance that was a childhood dessert favorite, but I am so sore I am embarrassed.
As part of our weekend festivities, we got together with some friends and had a stew and brew. Each family brought a crockpot of a soup, stew or chili to share, along with some seasonal beers. YUM! I made a tasty chicken tortilla soup (recipe here). We combined this feasting and drinking with running, kicking and throwing in a little fun filled fall family game of kickball! Doesn't that just take you back? I can remember playing this a lot as a kid... although when I really think about the game being played, it seems the person about to get you out had a sadistic desire to absolutely wallop you with the ball. As a matter of fact, if the thrower didn't send you into another dimension with the sting of the red rubber ball bouncing at warp speed off your face, they were always throwing the ball right at your ankles (same warp speed) so that you did a sort of ass-over-kettle cartwheel before wiping out and taking a big mouthful of dirt (and blood, because inevitably your mouth would be busted). What kind of sick bastards was I playing with? Great, nostalgia just turned to horrific flashback.
Our weekend game was bit tamer. The weather was perfect for it, and we all had a ton of fun, BUT it was probably more physical activity than I've had in a year. And that's the embarrassing part. And you know what? That kickball is freaking heavy! Trying to throw that thing is the equivalent of trying to run under water. And the bases felt like they were a city block from one another. I made it to home plate--yea!--but then clenching my left side and gasping for breath, I felt like I should take a time out to throw up. Stop shaking your head in disgust. I know I need more exercise. If I didn't before, the pain I'm in today makes it evident!
Sitting at my desk is making it worse. Every time I have to move, it's like my legs are on strike. I have to actually pick up my thigh to swing my leg around to where I told it to go, but it refused. Did I mention this event was on Saturday? That's right, people, not even yesterday. But I swear day 2 is always worse for me than day 1. Am I alone on that one?
The pain is all worth it though. Everyone had a ton of fun. All of the kids were there in the mix, we all got active and got to eat some delicious fall food. And the little ones completely passed out cold before 8pm. Score.
As part of our weekend festivities, we got together with some friends and had a stew and brew. Each family brought a crockpot of a soup, stew or chili to share, along with some seasonal beers. YUM! I made a tasty chicken tortilla soup (recipe here). We combined this feasting and drinking with running, kicking and throwing in a little fun filled fall family game of kickball! Doesn't that just take you back? I can remember playing this a lot as a kid... although when I really think about the game being played, it seems the person about to get you out had a sadistic desire to absolutely wallop you with the ball. As a matter of fact, if the thrower didn't send you into another dimension with the sting of the red rubber ball bouncing at warp speed off your face, they were always throwing the ball right at your ankles (same warp speed) so that you did a sort of ass-over-kettle cartwheel before wiping out and taking a big mouthful of dirt (and blood, because inevitably your mouth would be busted). What kind of sick bastards was I playing with? Great, nostalgia just turned to horrific flashback.
Our weekend game was bit tamer. The weather was perfect for it, and we all had a ton of fun, BUT it was probably more physical activity than I've had in a year. And that's the embarrassing part. And you know what? That kickball is freaking heavy! Trying to throw that thing is the equivalent of trying to run under water. And the bases felt like they were a city block from one another. I made it to home plate--yea!--but then clenching my left side and gasping for breath, I felt like I should take a time out to throw up. Stop shaking your head in disgust. I know I need more exercise. If I didn't before, the pain I'm in today makes it evident!
Sitting at my desk is making it worse. Every time I have to move, it's like my legs are on strike. I have to actually pick up my thigh to swing my leg around to where I told it to go, but it refused. Did I mention this event was on Saturday? That's right, people, not even yesterday. But I swear day 2 is always worse for me than day 1. Am I alone on that one?
The pain is all worth it though. Everyone had a ton of fun. All of the kids were there in the mix, we all got active and got to eat some delicious fall food. And the little ones completely passed out cold before 8pm. Score.