I’m in real pain… pain, pain, pain, pain, pain… (Does anyone remember this Garfield cartoon?)
I played rugby yesterday. For those of you who don’t know what rugby is, it’s a full contact sport not unlike American Football, but without the padding. I haven’t played in about 18 months and I (presumptiously) assumed that I was fit enough to last 80 minutes on the pitch. I was SOOOOOO WRONG!!
I lasted the 80 minutes, came off with a bruised wrist (somebody stepped on it in a loose), I bruised thigh (knee-to-thigh) and a wripped right ear (I played 8th man). Not too bad. Had a beer and headed off to work last night. But do you think I could get outta bed this morning!
It took me about 5 minutes just to sit up straight when my gf brought me breakfast in bed! And to get up took even longer! It’s now 7.30pm and I’m still hobbling around like a 60 year old with a hip problem. But I’ll be back for another beating in 2 weeks time (I’m in Munich for the beerfest next weekend!)
To make matters worse, we lost 33-5 to a weaker team.