holy quantoli am I out of shape!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ok so as you know I'm on a Minnesota alumni football team. We're really not that good. But I like to think that despite screams coming from the men-folk on our team aimed at refs, the other team, themselves, the girls on our team, and anyone on the sidelines, despite dropped pass after fumbled ball after terrible throw after outstretched arms after balls sailing by after interceptions after trips after missed flags and after pivots gone awry, that beneath all that terrible, low-morale-having, football-sucking nonsense, we still have a little fun.

Regardless, team members are dropping like flies. One girl moved away. Four guys are frequently gone. One girl travels a lot for her job. Another shows up halfway through the game, if at all. And what does this mean? The majority of people have to stay in the whole game, without breaks.

After one such game where I had the pleasure of playing offensive blocker on top of defensive rush, I retired to my dormitory to take a quick cat nap. Five hours of nap plus two hours of inadvertent facebooking later, I woke up and felt determined to go for a run, a jaunt which I had yet to accomplish in more than a month. So I strapped on my shoes, ipod, and sweatshirt, and headed out the door. After running a long circle around my area I decided to do another. I was feeling great. Then I decided to slowly walk it out, completing yet another circle. Then I got home, laid on the floor, and actually felt the motivation to complete 100 crunches. Three sets of 30, one set of 10, you're welc.

Then...the next morning came. I awoke, sleepily reached over to turn off my phone alarm, and attempted to swing my body over the side of my bed, only to find that the slightest, and we're talking slightest movement felt like 145 hands, positioned in fists all over my body, delivering one punch to every part of my body at the exact same time. Every. time. I. moved.

I'm not kidding. If you would just take a moment here, please picture 145 of these bad boys ALL over your body -------------------------------->


Two days later it's not even a little bit better. I'm stiff, I waddle instead of walk, and everything I do is in slow motion, because it has to be.

Any advice?!