The One with the Bumps, the Bruises, the Blisters and the BALLING!

What it do?

Wow, I actually have a sufficient level of energon cells for posting an entry. I've gotten into this rhythm where if something happens, the first thing I do is think of blogging, and blogging-related phenomena (titles, jokes, etc.), but I'm so tired tonight, that I might just keep things short.

Annewhoose, I needed something to snap me out of the semi-funk I've been in lately, so today I decided to do something that didn't involve self-pity and negative self-attributions. Apparently, physical activity has an ameliorating effect on the body's stress levels. (Ahh, Psychology.) As such, basketball it was for today then.

Before playing ball, Mike and I stopped by at the RTA to pick up a bunch of Green P-plates. He told me to just run in and grab them quickly, 'cause he was double-parked. So naturally...I took a ticket and waited for ages. Le sMART. He walked in a while later and told me you're only supposed to wait if you don't have your Ps yet.

RU TRIPPIN?

KTHXBAI

Anywho, the playing of the ball itself. It was fun, a good two to three hours worth. BUT! It just made it much more PAINFULLY obvious that I am ridonculously unfit. Puffed the fuck out after like drills and shootarounds. To the point where we lost to two KIDS whose lives we SO could've destroyed. We lost. Mike, a rep player. And me, skills-of-a-backyard-player-but-egotistic-like-a-rep-player. Granted, we both played pretty crappily, but still. KTHXBAI.

On to the fun part. My body's aching right now, probably as a byproduct of the whole unfitness extravaganza. Let's see, from three hours of playing, I: got cramps in both legs, got hit in the nose, got POPPED in the mouth, had a slightly bad knee clash, have blisters on my feet, have a random bruise on my arm aaaaaand got corked in the thigh (too much me being able to bend at the knees without my thighs hurting).

And now, to do all of it again for most of the next two weeks.

Aaaaand, I'm looking forward to it. As much as it hurts, it's the good kind of hurt. It's just good to be playing ball, in general. Anyways, over and out.

- marty..

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