Random Realization

Well, I sit here with very achy ankles, thawing nostrails and a smile on my face. Soccer was so fun tonite and I played well.

Oh, I thought the coldness was gone but today, I don't think that the temp (actual temp that is) got above 1 degree. Burrr.

Here's what I realized while driving to my soccer game tonite: When it's that cold outside, you have to be careful when you breathe. Why? Because if you breathe towards the front window, your breath will cause frost to form. This isn't just any frost (and shouldn't be confused with fogginess) but it's like a thin layer of ice that can only be removed by putting your hand on the insanely cold glass and melting the ice with your body heat.
Of course, after a few seconds it doesn't feel like there is any heat left in your hand and you may have to switch to the other one.

Be careful out there, Chicagoans!

(p.s. the Chicagoans is actually not misspelled according to Blogger's spell check but it wasn't found in the dictionary)

"Yea, I'm a loser"

That's my responce when someone comments about my week. I worked 2 days and stayed home 3. Here are the entertainingly boring details:

This week went by quickly but it seems that every day sure did drag. Here's my whining story but it's not really that bad. I got to sleep in.

So, I missed church on Sunday because I was feeling cold-like symptoms. I was okay but not wonderful. Monday morning I woke up, feeling good and happy that the cold had left without too much inconvenience. Boy was I wrong.

3 hours later I went home feeling awful and ended up sleeping all day. That evening I was still feeling okay and went to a Bible study-where I sniffed and sneezed alot but felt okay.

Tuesday I couldn't talk when I woke up. That's not very helpful when you work in an office.

Wednesday I went to work-amazed at how great part-time employees I have in my office but feeling alittle bad that they can go 2 days without me totally. I think that is a blessing though.

Found out after lunch that my soccer friends were playing after work so I joined in-but having not played on the gym floor with those guy sin a couple months I felt more in the way than on the team. We all have those days though.

Thursday looked very similar to Wednesday. Worked hard and got alot done. Found out about soccer at lunchtime and was determined to play better. Boy was I fooling myself ;)

Disclaimer about the guys I play with: they're so good. They can dribble circles around me and I'm finally learning how to defend. No mercy on the field-which I appreciate and learn from.

I was playing okay-still alittle not-focused though... when all of a sudden (while the ball is about as far away as it can be) I turned funny and rolled my left ankle. Now, since these are a bunch of nice, Christian guys everyone stops playing and asks if I'm alright. Yea, I'm alright but embarrassed that I fell over nothing and hurt myself. I keep playing, with alittle pain but it was tolerable, when in the very next play BAM! I get tagged in the nose with the ball. (by the way, that hurts today too... just not enough o whine too much about)

I was somewhat relieved that no one really noticed-other than the kicker (who apologized) and I really wasn't crying from the pain, my eyes were only watering because that's normal when your nose is shoved back into your skull. ;)

Once again, I push on, through the pain and embarassment and score a goal. It was a good goal. I felt like my game was back and I was ready to play.

I went up against another good guy (the type who begins to juggle because he's so good he can hold onto it and get away from the defense) but I messed him up. He ended up popping it up into the air, above out heads and I jump to head it away. I GET IT! I thought for sure he'd jump higher but I don't think he jumped. :) I head it towards the goal and I don't remember what happened with it because when I came down, I landed on the invisible step that caused me pain a few minutes earlier and I sprain my othar ankle.

Well, I stayed home from work today because you cannot do much when you can't walk, ya know. So I sat around all day.

On the bright side: I was just now waddling through the house (that's what I feel like) when my right ankle popped and I could actually straighten it. I had been walking with it sideways because that was the only way it didn't hurt.

So, now I can walk with 2 feet-flat on the floor and I'm planning on taping my ankle and playing soccer again Sunday night.