Feb 15, 2009 21:31
Tonight soccer wasn't terrible.. considering, of course. Actually I had a lot of fun, and I think most everyone left in good spirits. I think my body does what I want it to do before I even realize I'm doing it. I just have to think, "I should probably take the ball from that guy." Then my body takes appropriate action. Too bad this doesn't happen every time I think that...it sure would be nice.
At the end of the game Nick had the ball kicked into his gut. I thought, "Man, that sure looked like it hurt..." Less than 5 minutes later I had it kicked right into my diaphragm, full force, from about 5 feet away. The soccer center faded to black as I felt all the air escape from my lungs. I heard a chorus of, "OH!"s and things like, "OH shit!" "Ouch!" "Come on, man! It's a girl!" "Are you ok?" etc. I felt dizzy. My legs started to give way, then I thought, "No! Ball still in play! Must defend!" I caught my breath and opened my eyes. The last buzzer sounded. I suddenly realized why he took that ridiculous shot. I looked up to see people walking towards me from every direction. Then I discovered that it didn't really hurt at all, and I could breathe just fine.. better, in fact.. because apparently it knocked the asthma right out of me. It was approximately a 5 second incident...
...but it sure was a crazy 5 seconds.