Who am I kidding????

I'm old. Well I feel mighty old tonight.

A couple of months ago I was asked if I wanted to play on a friend's netball team. I was so excited! One thing that I truly miss since leaving Melbourne was. Y team sports. Not for the sport itself, but it was always a bonus to have a run around, but to spend time with my friends and catch up.

As we get older, get jobs, married, become parents, life understandably becomes busier. It becomes harder to fit in time with our friends. Participating in a team sport allowed my friends and I to catch up in a casual way. W touched base, saw each other, had a chat, and made further plans to catch up.

So to be asked to join a team after living here "teamless" for the past 7 years was music to my ears.

First game I had a BALL! I was haring around chasing my own tail half the time, but I was loving being out there playing in a team. I had a couple of bumps and falls, and came out of it quite sore and sorry for myself the next day. Truth be told, I was sore for a week!

I was really looking forward to the next game, and even though I was still pulling up a little stiff, I was as keen as ever to get up there. Then at the second centre pass I felt my quad go "twang". Bugger! That was me, on the bench for the rest of the game. I was just thankful that it was my right leg and I could still drive.

The Gods treated me well for the weeks that followed. We had a walkover, the stadium had a blackout so games were cancelled, and we had a bye.

So out we went this evening, ready to play. I was so happy to be on the court again!

The game was going well. I was chasing my opposition and my tail, and we were winning! Life was good.
Then I felt something hit me in the calf. I honestly thought that someone had kicked me. I looked around and was by myself, went to take another step........OWWWW!

I've heard about this before, but never experienced it. When you tear your calf and it feels like someone has thrown a rock into your leg or something. That's just how it felt. And while sitting on the bench thinking about how much Cal is going to yell at me, it hit me - it's my right leg. I can't drive.

So after getting one of the girls to drive my car home (thank goodness a couple of them car pooled) I sit on my couch, resting, icing, compressing and elevating, and unable to move without the assistance of crutches. Cal and I are trying to work out how to get the kids where they need to be tomorrow.

I am hoping that the morning will bring the ability to move my foot and possibly drive a car. I don't mind admitting that I'm a little worried, and really want to get to the sports doctor tomorrow too. So much for the errands I had planned to run tomorrow.

I am getting old, and I really don't want to admit to it.
My body doesn't like the stuff that I want to do.
I may need to make some changes.
Bugger!