Stupid Mud
It's been over SIX weeks since I sprained my ankle, and yet I decided to play the last kickball game of the season after flash flooding on saturday. Good news, that game got cancelled. What a sight. We drove out to Hindman Park to play and the park literally had a river running through it. The field was a little muddy, but there was part of the road that was under over a foot of water. There was white-water! If I had a canoe I'd say class 3 rapids.
Cancelled or so we thought...
After a brief stop at a nearby gas station we got a call that the game was back on at Interstate Park 2. We zipped on over to much more favorable conditions, though still very muddy. We fielded first getting three outs after only letting 3 or 4 runs. I walked to the home plate as I was first up to kick. I smacked a fast grounder towards left field and got on 1st base. Jennifer was up next after me. After a foul she hit a good grounder that got me to second. I can't remember who was next, but I ran to third knowing I had to stop at the plate because the ball was coming my way. I thought I might slip a little in the mud so I stopped a few inches short of the plate thinking I would slide those extra inches and be set. Instead my right foot stopped in a small depression in the mud sending my weight over with my momentum from the run. I heard a pop and immediately hit the ground and started yelling profanities as I realized I just re-sprained my almost-healed ankle. After rolling around in the mud and fighting the urge to vomit I continued to breathe and got some help up. I watched the rest of the game cheering our team and heckling the other, knowing I had a long recovery ahead of me. I'm pretty pissed. And still a little nauseous.
Cancelled or so we thought...
After a brief stop at a nearby gas station we got a call that the game was back on at Interstate Park 2. We zipped on over to much more favorable conditions, though still very muddy. We fielded first getting three outs after only letting 3 or 4 runs. I walked to the home plate as I was first up to kick. I smacked a fast grounder towards left field and got on 1st base. Jennifer was up next after me. After a foul she hit a good grounder that got me to second. I can't remember who was next, but I ran to third knowing I had to stop at the plate because the ball was coming my way. I thought I might slip a little in the mud so I stopped a few inches short of the plate thinking I would slide those extra inches and be set. Instead my right foot stopped in a small depression in the mud sending my weight over with my momentum from the run. I heard a pop and immediately hit the ground and started yelling profanities as I realized I just re-sprained my almost-healed ankle. After rolling around in the mud and fighting the urge to vomit I continued to breathe and got some help up. I watched the rest of the game cheering our team and heckling the other, knowing I had a long recovery ahead of me. I'm pretty pissed. And still a little nauseous.
posted by The Shiv at 10:02 AM
1 Comments:
This doesn't have to do with the current post (or I guess current as of may), but I was just googling myself and happened to stumble upon the blog where you referred to me as the "young gal" who laughed my ass off at "shivnuts". Didn't remember you getting pissed, but sorry.
I heart the internet.
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