Busy weekend

Howdy,

It was generally a good weekend. Thursday night my in-laws flew in from San Antonio to spend the evening with us. They were in transit to a high school reunion up in Scranton on Friday and came back to spend Sunday afternoon into Monday with us. This was their first time to see the house and we always like entertaining! We had some good food and I (much to Sean's relief) turned on the heat this weekend since our basement gets pretty cold. Lonestar loves visitors and kept his eye on the Walshs' the entire time. Alamo on the other hand is 100% a Daddy's girl. I often remind her who buys her food and litter and veterinary attention but at the end ofthe day, she wants to be with Daddy. Luckily I'm a Daddy's girl too, so I understand.

Friday night I treated us to my favorite dishes... The Chick Fil A number 1 w/sweet tea, followed up by a Like It cup of Cake Batter ice cream from Cold Stone. It was wonderful. I went to hockey on Saturday and for the second time out of maybe 4 weeks, I came back with legitimate pain. Maybe I should learn my lesson and quit but I keep thinking with just a little more practice, I'll push through the injuries. But if I eat like I did Friday night, it's off to hockey I must go.

Three weeks ago I came home feeling fine after playing on a very soggy ground and after about 2 hours (and conveniently in the middle of our closet redesign job) I couldn't walk. At all. My ankle starting feeling sore but I went to Home Depot anyway. By the time I got back Sean had to carry me into the house to the sofa where I cried in throbbing pain. I hadn't rolled my ankle playing that I remembered, the pain came out of nowhere. I did what every self-respecting athlete does.... I asked Sean to get me some ice and the number for the urgent care place and then I called my Mom for sympathy and tried to coax Dad to come down and take care of the closet. In the end he offered to bring down the crutches but wasn't interested in our closet. After ice and heat, my ankle was fully restored and I was spared a visit to the hospital. My guess is that my achilles tendon "froze" and I needed the ice and heat to help me stretch it back out. That was pretty painful. Ironically before my game, Sean was gettingon my case about not stretching out enough. I'll learn.

This past Saturday I was feeling pretty good. I had missed the past two weekends because of funeral travel and a rain cancellation. But I put in a good stretch beforehand. Unfortunately stretching doesn't prepare you for when you get hit in the back of the hand by the hockey ball. Wow, that smarts. I put myself on the bench and whimpered. Luckily the girl who had gotten hit on the knee just a few minutes before was kind enough to share the ice. My hand is still swollen today and very bruised. And then I pulled a muscle near my hip and was limping around. Does anyone else have these issues when they exercise? I find myself making up excuses such as 'my legs must be different lengths.' It's just easier then admitting I'm weak.