Played soccer yesterday.
Our team moved up a few divisions. Good competition, but they seem younger, faster and stronger.
One 200+ gentleman took me down by essentially running through me.
One 20+ woman (I guess I am 20+ too) jumped in front of me to intercept a ball. Well she tried to jump in front of me, but really jumped on top of me – my feet to be precise. Two cleats found one of my toes -on the nail and one on the knuckle. I may have uttered a quiet oath.
I played the rest of the game – no subs available, then limped home. I did ice, and it actually felt like a good thing to do.
This morning I limped around here and there. Stairs were difficult.
Then, sometime during a 3 hour meeting it started to hurt quite a bit less.
I am thinking a ligament, bone or something else inside the toe may have been slightly out of place, and finally settled back into place.
Woo-hoo – live to play again.
Us weekend warriors like to play, and we like our injuries even more.
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