My cousin Melissa texted me and said our indoor soccer game got bounced (no pun intended...ok maybe a small one) from 7pm to 11pm. I wasn't planning on playing with my torn calf and all but with the time bump we'll be down a number of players. It's shown a lot of progress in the last week and I was about to do some hills on the treadmill last night at the gym.
Quick background info: my cousin and I are super close, even our DNA is a bit closer than normal cousins. My dad is her dad's brother, my mom is her mom's sister. We look alike a bit, just like her older sister looks like my brother. A lot actually.
And the GD? Our team name is the Gryffendorks. Yes, I came up with it. And hell yes the first goal I ever score I will scream Stupify! It's ok if you defriend me now or never talk to me again. I get it.
The sport is completely foreign to me, I'm used to running full speed at people with a complete reckless abandon and not thinking twice about it. Melissa told me she'll have me standing in front of the opposing net to be a wall and cherry pick when the ball comes to me. Less running, less chance of reinjuring I guess, but I'm hoping the compression sleeve I will have will help the healing process as well as protect it. Fingers crossed.
