Great Moments in Athletic Meatheadedness
As I mentioned, the summer Ultimate Frisbee season is upon us. Normally this would be cause for much rejoicing. As the photo to the right suggests, not so.
Last week, I had a somewhat frazzled Tuesday and dashed out the door at 6:08 to make it to practice at 6:15. And I made it on time (roughly) but without one important element -- my cleats. They were still sitting in the hallway, stuffed with newspaper, drying out from the thunderstorm-laden Saturday tournament. So I attempted to practice in my running shoes, promptly took a digger during the first drill, and spent the rest of the hour feeling a mounting soreness in my left quadriceps muscle.
Like the idiot that I am I attempted to "play through the pain" for a solid week and now find myself on the 15 day DL, retrograde to last Thursday or so. All I learned from this experience is that I am officially too old to play through most kinds of pain. At this stage in my athletic career, playing through pain will only result in more pain, which will result in a grudging trip to the Walk-In Clinic, which will result in me being scolded by a physician's assistant for doing idiotic things like playing through obvious pain.
Also, I'm not allowed to go running until it stops hurting so I expect to be completely stir-crazy by Saturday. Awesometown.
Last week, I had a somewhat frazzled Tuesday and dashed out the door at 6:08 to make it to practice at 6:15. And I made it on time (roughly) but without one important element -- my cleats. They were still sitting in the hallway, stuffed with newspaper, drying out from the thunderstorm-laden Saturday tournament. So I attempted to practice in my running shoes, promptly took a digger during the first drill, and spent the rest of the hour feeling a mounting soreness in my left quadriceps muscle.
Like the idiot that I am I attempted to "play through the pain" for a solid week and now find myself on the 15 day DL, retrograde to last Thursday or so. All I learned from this experience is that I am officially too old to play through most kinds of pain. At this stage in my athletic career, playing through pain will only result in more pain, which will result in a grudging trip to the Walk-In Clinic, which will result in me being scolded by a physician's assistant for doing idiotic things like playing through obvious pain.
Also, I'm not allowed to go running until it stops hurting so I expect to be completely stir-crazy by Saturday. Awesometown.
Comments
Yeah, but you look hardcore!
Posted by: Steph | June 9, 2008 11:45 AM