The weeks fly by much faster than I plan for them to. I feel bad each time I open this poor storage of thoughts and see just how long it has been since the last time I truly poured myself into it. I've put my hand to a few poems but have yet to hook into one I want to finish- which seems to be the theme for the last few weeks.
My injury from the Heart of America Classic doesn't seem to be healing up the way a ligament tear should, so an MRI appointment is pending. I'm pretty optimistic about it, but I know with these kinds of things, there's no telling which way the results could go. My doctor is worried I may have torn my TFCC which is a bundle of cartilage and ligaments that creates stability and strength in various movements that the wrist routinely does. Which of course means that, rugby or not, a tear without proper care will lead to lifelong hindrances so I have no choice but to give everything to recovering. I'm also quite certain I have a stress fracture in my calcaneus bone (my heel) but according to the team trainers, the only real way to resolve that one is to just take it easy for a few weeks... So I'm doing that on my own terms. From now until the summer it's just ballet and leg workouts I guess.
My car won't start. I had a wonderful 21st that involved running through moats of water and county wide flooding kicking up into the faces of all my wonderful friends as we charged from bar to bar- but also funny enough resulted in a dead car (my roommate forgot a window when I asked him to cover up my car).
I came come after a weekend of freezing cold rugby and pains to a home filled with friends and my little ginger muse walking toward me with cake in her hands... It was unreal. I can't say I've ever been so swaddled in love so quickly. Others piled in and after an inevitably awkward birthday song (40 people were standing in my cramped home surrounding me- I felt the love but also wanted to run away ya know??) we all left for the bars. The scene was completely dead but we paid it no mind- the night was truly about me and my homie who I elected to share my birthday party with. I think by the end of the night I made it through a total of about 23 shots... And I did not vomit. But I did blackout despite chugging water and I awoke to a weeks worth of goofy laughs with each person I ran into, telling me story after story about what happened while I was not mentally there. Apparently I was a jolly ol chap, and I'm happy to hear it. My lovely girlfriend treated me to a day filled with activity, food, and laughs leaving only when she absolutely had to before a whole new week of grinding through courses could begin.
I've made so many memories in such a short amount of time.
Thank God for my friends and family, far and wide. I am beyond lucky.
My injury from the Heart of America Classic doesn't seem to be healing up the way a ligament tear should, so an MRI appointment is pending. I'm pretty optimistic about it, but I know with these kinds of things, there's no telling which way the results could go. My doctor is worried I may have torn my TFCC which is a bundle of cartilage and ligaments that creates stability and strength in various movements that the wrist routinely does. Which of course means that, rugby or not, a tear without proper care will lead to lifelong hindrances so I have no choice but to give everything to recovering. I'm also quite certain I have a stress fracture in my calcaneus bone (my heel) but according to the team trainers, the only real way to resolve that one is to just take it easy for a few weeks... So I'm doing that on my own terms. From now until the summer it's just ballet and leg workouts I guess.
My car won't start. I had a wonderful 21st that involved running through moats of water and county wide flooding kicking up into the faces of all my wonderful friends as we charged from bar to bar- but also funny enough resulted in a dead car (my roommate forgot a window when I asked him to cover up my car).
I came come after a weekend of freezing cold rugby and pains to a home filled with friends and my little ginger muse walking toward me with cake in her hands... It was unreal. I can't say I've ever been so swaddled in love so quickly. Others piled in and after an inevitably awkward birthday song (40 people were standing in my cramped home surrounding me- I felt the love but also wanted to run away ya know??) we all left for the bars. The scene was completely dead but we paid it no mind- the night was truly about me and my homie who I elected to share my birthday party with. I think by the end of the night I made it through a total of about 23 shots... And I did not vomit. But I did blackout despite chugging water and I awoke to a weeks worth of goofy laughs with each person I ran into, telling me story after story about what happened while I was not mentally there. Apparently I was a jolly ol chap, and I'm happy to hear it. My lovely girlfriend treated me to a day filled with activity, food, and laughs leaving only when she absolutely had to before a whole new week of grinding through courses could begin.
I've made so many memories in such a short amount of time.
Thank God for my friends and family, far and wide. I am beyond lucky.
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