Warning: I started this post on Wednesday night but just finished it tonight so bear with me…
Ok, so I felt a little bad about leaving on such a down note so I put off doing some homework to write again…. Shame on me =) So because I had such a crummy night last night, this morning I was in a VERY crabby mood! Lucky for me, it was group physical training this morning and guess what we played? COMBAT SOCCER! You ask “what is combat soccer?” It is EXACTLY what it sounds like. Around 40 people on the field, 2 balls, 2 nets, 4 goalies and no rules. Well, we kind of follow the general idea, like only use your hands in an emergency, it’s only out of bounds behind the goal or in the street, body check is accepted and encouraged as long as the person you check has the ball, slide tackle is OK as long as both people walk away… stuff like that. Combat soccer is VERY therapeutic for a grumpy person. Apparently, I was quite the force to be reckoned with today =) How do I know you ask? Well, for one, people were grabbing me and holding me away from the ball (THAT I consider cheating) and one of my friends into my office later to find out what in the world had gotten into me.
OK: Continued, written on Friday:
On the down side, I don’t have a single muscle in my body that doesn’t hurt and I have a wicked nasty purple bruise on my right leg from oh… I don’t know… about my groin area to just above my knee on my inner thigh. It’s not just one bruise actually, but a series of three that came from three INCREDIBLY forceful shots on goal that I managed to stop… yup, you guessed it, with my inner thigh. First one hurt like crazy… after that I took one to the face…. Then I took the second to the thigh right on top of the first (that one knocked me to the ground and I actually had to have help getting up) then there were some body checks, some rough housing, and then the third shot to the thigh but that one was kind of glancing… no big deal. The thing about being surrounded by mostly men in my job is that you just don’t want to show weakness and you don’t want to be a girl who runs screaming from the ball… you know? One of the guys was commenting that afternoon that he was really proud of me and that he couldn’t believe I actually got up on the second shot that knocked me down… he said he knew guys out there on the field that would have stayed down. If only to have that luxury…. I tell you what, I was ESTATIC to hear the final whistle blow. As the adrenaline faded the pain kicked in though… total bummer. You should have seen the leg immediately after… I actually had three rings on my leg where the centers were white and the outer edges were raised, swollen and bright red. Except the center one, it was already purple. I iced and took motrin right away though (I know, totally unusual for me… I didn’t actually do it, Mac brought it to work and made me) and it REALLY helped… who knows what I would look like now if he hadn’t have helped out!! Oh, and Thursday morning I had the tiniest of black eyes from the face shot… not too much but just enough to know that it was there. That was the total bummer… I practically get concussed by a soccer ball and what do I have to show? The tiniest of black eyes and a bit of puffiness. I wanted a bloody nose, puffy lip and shiner so that I could REALLY have bragging rights… you know? Something that hurts that darn bad should LEAVE A MARK! That way, if you say, “Man, have I got a headache…” you look like you deserve to have a headache. Sigh… all I have is a purple thigh that I sure as heck can’t show anybody… you know what I mean?! Sheesh!!
