(to preface, You may recall other blog entries from said "Jane Doe" contributor on the "re-telling" site where she took a spill with some dr. pepper cans... )
*************** By Jane Doe from Flo Mo
What I learned today… and last week… and last month….
Somehow, I can manage running an ungodly number of miles, complete a triathlon, and graduate college, but graduating from elementary school athletics is somehow beyond me. A few months ago I was at work and decided to take a break with some coworkers and play a little game of four-square… if you don't know what that game is google "kindergarten games that anyone can play" … the result-- a broken pinky finger.. for which I never allowed to heal properly and now tends to behave like the blacksheep of my other four philangees.. always going a different direction than the rest … (forgive the misspellings by the way- a result of the injury; any of the 'pinky' letters can go awry at any time)….
Forward to last Sunday… after spending the day in the sun, and feeling a bit tipsy from the …. Er… sun exposure…there was a game of truth or dare invoked (again, from those kindergarten days) and my "friends" dared me to do a cartwheel.. now that I think about it, it could have had something to do with the bikini I was wearing. Hmmm.. it's all coming together now.. those boys, they are sneaky. ANYWAY… somehow the dare gave way to a cartwheel competition. I have some experience with cartwheeling and at the time thought I was INVINCIBLE and took on the challenge. First couple went well (yes, can you even believe there was more than one??). After the last one though, I felt a little dizzy and sore. Thirty minutes or so later I notice that my toes were unnaturally large.. and purplish. Since I was in NO PAIN, I figured maybe I was imagining it. Turns out, alcohol can numb pain (who knew!?) Woke up the next morning, couldn't walk.. and yeah.. two fractured toes.
LESSON: It is not all elementary my dear… and most importantly, drink alcohol to numb the pain.
Somehow, I can manage running an ungodly number of miles, complete a triathlon, and graduate college, but graduating from elementary school athletics is somehow beyond me. A few months ago I was at work and decided to take a break with some coworkers and play a little game of four-square… if you don't know what that game is google "kindergarten games that anyone can play" … the result-- a broken pinky finger.. for which I never allowed to heal properly and now tends to behave like the blacksheep of my other four philangees.. always going a different direction than the rest … (forgive the misspellings by the way- a result of the injury; any of the 'pinky' letters can go awry at any time)….
Forward to last Sunday… after spending the day in the sun, and feeling a bit tipsy from the …. Er… sun exposure…there was a game of truth or dare invoked (again, from those kindergarten days) and my "friends" dared me to do a cartwheel.. now that I think about it, it could have had something to do with the bikini I was wearing. Hmmm.. it's all coming together now.. those boys, they are sneaky. ANYWAY… somehow the dare gave way to a cartwheel competition. I have some experience with cartwheeling and at the time thought I was INVINCIBLE and took on the challenge. First couple went well (yes, can you even believe there was more than one??). After the last one though, I felt a little dizzy and sore. Thirty minutes or so later I notice that my toes were unnaturally large.. and purplish. Since I was in NO PAIN, I figured maybe I was imagining it. Turns out, alcohol can numb pain (who knew!?) Woke up the next morning, couldn't walk.. and yeah.. two fractured toes.
LESSON: It is not all elementary my dear… and most importantly, drink alcohol to numb the pain.
3 comments:
Other fun athletic things not to do while enjoying the drinky drink
1)Ramble through a cactus patch in the moonlight.
2)Impress other swimmers (at night) by doing the butterfly . . . removing an entire fingernail when you smash into the pool wall.
3)Sprint 2 miles home from the bar (who needs a taxi) only to not make it back "in time" and breathlessly pee in your neighbors driveway . . . what they don't know won't hurt 'em.
I like the unknown blogger.
I feel your pain.....I hurt my wrist doing tether ball at the boy's club when I was 12....and that kept me from a very lucrative pro football career...or so I tell myself when I go to that special place in my mind......
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