So after that depressing blog post on Sunday, I elected to get off my ass and get better, so I worked out. The idea was to start a daily regime, except on days before games and days of games. I figured I could go hard because my next game wasn't for two days. I went crazy with my legs, working out every muscle that could possibly help me kick harder or run faster on the weight machine. I did this for two hours, preceded by juggling and dribbling and finishing with plyometrics and squats.
I was still incredibly sore up until yesterday. The work out, coupled with some ridiculously icy weather made for hampered general locomotion both Monday and Tuesday, but I survived. I did go drinking before my games/work Tuesday to take my mind off of the stiffness, and it really worked wonders. The soreness, combined with the top injury in the picture (a slice on my ankle from futsal) made for a day of resentment towards socks. The lower injury is a bruise from a bicycle kick during halftime that drove the ladies on my team wild. Oh yes. It even went off the crossbar, and yes, I played it off like I meant to.
I just realized how much the top picture makes it look like I harm myself.I played about an hour and a half, scoring one goal in a losing effort and none in a winning effort. The winning effort was with the Ducharmes, and we won 3-2. The losing effort was with "The Soccer Team" who recruited me "because I'm good". They're all sweethearts, I feel like I'm surrounded by kids while playing with them though, in a good way, because they're in awe of my moves. It's funny, really. Throughout the night I had a few nice passes and such, and the one goal I did get was your typical rebound smash in.
More recently, I'm finally done my exams, now I have a fantastic week long break put in place by universities across the land so I don't kill myself out of loneliness or stress. Sort of morbid, but a fantastic idea anyways.
I played Squash tonight, winning 11-4. Tomorrow, it's legs and relaxation.
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