Basketball Weekend

Some friends of mine decided to go to Ireland for the weekend and invited my husband and me to go, along with some other people.  I wanted to go, but I had committed myself to basketball this weekend.  Also, I had some hope that this weekend would make things better with my other friends.  So my husband decided to go on to Dublin, since he’s never been.  I was happy to hear that he wanted to go and I was even happier that he actually went.  I really did want to go with him, but I decided to stay behind and try to get things right with my people.  So I was in Stuttgart all weekend playing in a basketball tournament.  

The tournament itself kind of sucked because we lost 2 out of 3 games.  I had been weak all week long and this weekend was no exception.  My body is still trying to recover from last weekend.  During the second game, I messed up my ankle.  I don’t know if you’ve ever walked or run on a jacked-up ankle, but let me tell you that it hurts like crazy.  It tweaked again in the third game and it felt awful.  On top of that, I was beat up, pushed around, took a couple of charges, made a few dives, and at some point, was run into with an elbow to the stomach which knocked the breath out of me.  I almost cried.  If I could have breathed, I probably would have.  Luckily there were only a few seconds left in the game when that happened, so I played through.  We won that game by one point.  It wasn’t a sweet victory for me because I didn’t play as well as I should have offensively.  Plus after the game ended, everything wanted to hurt at the same time.  

I left early this morning so that I could get home and rest some more.  My body needs it.