Team Underpants scored an amazing victory over Luck of the Irish in last night’s kickball game. It’s a lot more fun to win these games, and I had a great time last night. Because I’m running a 5K race tomorrow morning with my training-for-a-marathon friend, I tried not to push myself too hard during the game to prevent being too sore for the run. However, this morning I woke up with shoulder, hip and knee pain, which doesn’t make too much sense since I only pitched for two innings and got out at second base twice.
This morning, as I started to recollect events from the prior evening, I concluded that the soreness may actually be due to busting a move on the dance floor at the pub after the game. Perhaps I shouldn’t have had that last beer. I hope that my friend doesn’t mind doing a 5K walk tomorrow. Or possibly a limp. Or maybe I can just watch her run. Oops.
