Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

Ok, so maybe it wasn't such a good idea... I was ok for the co-ed game. I didn't run too much. I probably would have been fine if I stopped there. But not enough of our girls showed up, then the stupid intramural office mad a mistake and didn't check off one of our girls who signed a waiver and wouldn't let her play, and one of our best players opted out of playing since she had a test the next day (understandably). So I played. I was happy with how I played first half actually, I got more into it and played alot better than I had in the co-ed game. It took all I had to play though. By second half movement began to hurt, breathing was hard and just short jogs left my heart racing like I ran a marathon. But I wasn't the only one struggling second half. Our whole team seemed to fall apart. We lost to a team we should have beat, and two of the goals were obviously my fault. I should have been able to stop them. By the end of the game I was so dizzy, but somehow glad I played. Even though we lost I enjoyed playing. Though, I will not be playing anymore sports for at least a week. Waking up this morning was so hard. My body was screaming to stay in bed, but classes are kind of a necessary part of life in college. Once I was up, I was good for my first class, but I started downhill in my second. Now I just want to curl up and not move for a few hours, but I have an appointment at 1pm that I can miss so I'm killing time until then. I think I'll be fine after I rest some this afternoon. And meagan gave me some medicine to help my throat.

Wow, a lot on my mind, but coherency isn't really working for me, so maybe I'll try again later (yay for spell check).