So, instead of being scandalized by the highly improper adventures of Kate and Cecy on their Grand Tour, or respective honeymoons, I am writing this post about how absolutely sore I am. I figured you ought to know. That way, I get to complain to someone. Else.
Rich and I went for a few not-so-strenuous walks and runs last week, but we didn't do a whole lot. On Friday I played soccer with my family and another family, which was fun. I didn't do a whole lot then. Saturday was a pretty relaxed day, too. Sunday, however ... well, Sunday was different.
We went to Calvary Chapel's service that morning -- the worship was good, and I enjoyed the teaching. I'm generally extraordinarily skeptical and hard to teach via sermon, and I didn't agree with everything he said, but it was enjoyable. Bob Caldwell is a good speaker, and although I personally, and my family, do not agree with the authoritative church structure, he is pleasantly humble in what I do not feel to be a false way. I'm not 'attending' the church, nor do I have any plans to get involved in it, but for a bit of teaching to get me thinking on various points, he'll do nicely. And I do love singing.
With barely time to eat after church, we went to my soccer game. I've signed up to play soccer, as I may have mentioned, on a team with my sister. It's an adult women's league, and I was quite nervous about playing. I kick the ball around with my siblings on occasion, but I haven't played on a team since I was about 12 or 13 years old. Quite a while ago.
I requested to play in the back, and after a few good pointers from the other members (we don't exactly have a coach, more a team captain) I was playing right along. We had a good offensive lineup, who kept the ball mostly on the other side of the half-line, so I didn't get too much strenuous play. I lost the ball a couple of times, and took it away at least once. I was kicked in the knee, knocked violently to the ground, and shoved a lot. The girl who was the other team's offense on my side seemed to resent my presence. I took that to mean I was doing a good job, and enjoyed myself immensely. We won 2-1.
Promptly after the game Rich and I were approximately 35 minutes late for a potluck Passover celebration at a friend's church -- I hadn't remembered or realized that my halves would be 45 minutes long, and that was obviously cutting it too close. Especially considering that I wasn't totally prepared, and had to stop by the store to get the beverages I was assigned to provide. Everyone was gracious about our tardiness, though, and it was a fascination ceremony. I have read before about the Seder, and the various meanings of the ritualized drinkings and samplings of bitter herbs and such, but I'd never attended one before.
So, today, I have been feeling slightly ill from too much sugary and not-prepared-at-my-house food, my knee is extraordinarily tender, my legs hurt, my foot is trying to cramp every so often, I have a nice bruise on my chest, and I think I strained my side back when I did the somersault in the field yesterday ...
Some pain is rewarding.
The Aching Anemone
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