MY BOGGY BLOG: find your way through the murk

Football Injury?

I never thought anyone would utter "football injury" and my name in the same sentence, but it's happened. We went to Easter Sunday brunch at my sister's house, our traditional Polish feast with ham and the good Polish sausage from Kramarczuk's and horseradish and babka and Easter eggs and egg bakes and potatoes and on and on to Grandma's cheesecake which I always have to make for any holiday I'm attending with my family. I learned to make it from her before she died and now it's my job. TG I have a foodprocessor and stand mixer, instead of having to use the meat grinder Grandma would attach to her counter to grind up the graham crackers and cheese. It's pretty easy to make now!

After eating and digesting a bit, BIL was trying to get the kids outside to play touch football. His father and my brother were playing too, and I know my kids, children of sedentary nerds, don't know anything about football. But it was sunny and cool and my kids were just sitting on the couch, so I got them to go, against their will, and join in. I followed them out to cheer them on. Within five minutes they had roped me into the game (I only know a little more about football than my kids), and gradually the game grew to more little kids, DH joined in and my sister too. BIL, who has trained as a sports coach, was good at talking us through the game and we all ended up having a blast! I'm such a large gal and I haven't run in more than 5 years probably, and so my knees were sore even as I played. And then DH dove for a ball and rolled and rolled over his shoulder, giving him an injury too. But I think just about everyone scored a touchdown at some point, and my kids were surprised to learn that they can get out and have fun playing a backyard game, even at their jaded age of 15.

DH and I are groaning and taking ibuprofen and hobbling around even 2 days later. But it was worth it! It reminds me of how I felt after riding the moterbike on our stay in Germany-- it was something I was a bit scared about trying, thought I was probably too fat to do it, but then it was exhilerating to push past those fears and actually do it.

And after that rousing game, we had to go onto my MIL's house for another feast, Easter dinner with lamb and asparagus. So the exercise was a good thing on a 2-feast day!