Stiff, sore and tired
Good lord...i've made a discovery (descending dun-dun-dun). Oh my, i hear you people say and with good reason too, mostly cause my discoveries generally precede an escapade of sorts that leads to chaos, anarchy and entropy (ooo, such big words!) but have no fear. This isn't any grand idea for the betterment of the world or anything dangerous...not to you anyways ;)
Actually...i think it's only dangerous to me to be honest. I've found out four or five (depending how you count them) things about myself. I'm getting fat, i'm lazy, i'm out of shape and i'm either really brave or i'm just really stupid (possibly both, which is how you end up getting 5 discoveries...but i'm sure you already knew that :D). Now how did he realize this you may ask yourself...well, ponder no more! I played hockey Thursday night for the first time in months.
Usually there is no problem, but keep in mind, i haven't done this in months and little things--like how tight to tie my skates so that my feet don't go numb from lack of circulation and in what order all my gear goes on so that i am mobile to put the following piece of gear on--are lost to me. So for the first part of the game, my feet are wobbling everywhere and i can't push to skate properly and after having re-tied them, i do it too tight so that one foot is painfully numb and requires that i should re-tie it again. But after i finally get everything sorted out, i'm not doing too bad really. I can still skate and my stick skills are still (i will mention here that my stick skills when i was in the groove of things weren't great, but they were decently passable) doing alright.
I mean, when i push my stick one way, the puck goes that way and the same applies for the other direction. What more do you need? And heck, i could do it at speed and with my passing, the puck was going where it was supposed to, no complaints there.
But then things go wrong...my stomach cramps...like i said, i think (pffft, no thinking required here) that i'm a little out of shape. But i think it might actually be the bacon linguini that my mom made for me before i left home. I even made sure i didn't eat that much, but let me tell you, something like bacon does not hold well about an hour before physically demanding sports. And this is the point that i realize that my cardiovascular capacity has seriously diminished since i've stopped swimming.
It's diminished enough that i'm even thinking of going back to maybe visit the pool every once in a while to build up a bit of fitness for when i join a hockey league this winter. I mean, going to school, i need some form of physical outlet since i won't be hauling heavy crap for work anymore. Besides...with school...and mental wear...i need a form of physical wear otherwise i'll face physical atrophy. But that pretty much takes care of the fat, lazy and out of shape. I'm all three and i need to fix at least two of the three.
But as for blatantly stupid or obliviously brave...well, i'm not a big guy. Actually i'm a little less than the average that the human race has grown to become...you silly sodding Neanderthals. But with my 5ft let's say 7inch, 155lb frame, i try to take on awfully big people...and they don't just look big, they really are big; 6ft, give or take an inch or two, 180-215lb guys. These people are big enough that when i put myself between them and the puck, they can actually reach around me and still get at it (and this you fine people is where my skills and finesse with stickhandling comes in cause i still kept it away from the Neanderthal, be proud people...of me!) and that's where things go wrong cause that means i back into them in attempt to restrain them from the puck. The thing about big people is that the bigger they come, the harder they really do fall...onto me. I don't blame them cause i kinda caused it, but still...do you really have to be so big? But i won the battle...i fight for the cause of short or little people everywhere...sorta. But with that hustle, i think even a couple of guys that were on my bench were impressed. And the fact that i didn't screw up too bad didn't hurt so i don't think they minded that i was there. But that's not all for the stupidity/bravery...heh, and you thought i was done with that...think again my fine friends. There's more. Oh yes.
Of the two teams, i noticed that i was the only one with no form of face shield whatsoever. I do have a visor, but i haven't got around to putting it on yet, the bolts don't fit right. But half the people had cages, a third had full visors and the rest had half visors. Me, i had nothing. Now, you'd think that i'd be a little more careful, having noticed that fact but no-ooo...well yes actually..but only to a degree. The thing is, i'm *carefully* going down to block shots and passes. Meaning, knowing that i don't have a visor/cage/any sort of facial shield, i'm putting myself between the dude's stick with the puck and it's (possible) destination. Now, tell me, is that stupidity or bravery? i still haven't decided. I know i'm puttin that visor on tomorrow though...damn me, it's kinda scary doing that...and them athletes in the league formerly known as the NHL do it all the time. Talk about sacrifice...the dedication...the sheer insanity of the act of throwing yourself in front of a puck that's flying...God knows how fast...but then again, does it really matter? It still bloody well hurts no matter! But between that and my being a menace to the Neanderthals, i don't think the team minded having me and a couple of them even liked having me around :D
But it is late and i must go to bed, i'm tired as hell. And sore.
So, until my next rant...which might be tomorrow, i go to heckle the rogers ppl about my phone bill :P
Actually...i think it's only dangerous to me to be honest. I've found out four or five (depending how you count them) things about myself. I'm getting fat, i'm lazy, i'm out of shape and i'm either really brave or i'm just really stupid (possibly both, which is how you end up getting 5 discoveries...but i'm sure you already knew that :D). Now how did he realize this you may ask yourself...well, ponder no more! I played hockey Thursday night for the first time in months.
Usually there is no problem, but keep in mind, i haven't done this in months and little things--like how tight to tie my skates so that my feet don't go numb from lack of circulation and in what order all my gear goes on so that i am mobile to put the following piece of gear on--are lost to me. So for the first part of the game, my feet are wobbling everywhere and i can't push to skate properly and after having re-tied them, i do it too tight so that one foot is painfully numb and requires that i should re-tie it again. But after i finally get everything sorted out, i'm not doing too bad really. I can still skate and my stick skills are still (i will mention here that my stick skills when i was in the groove of things weren't great, but they were decently passable) doing alright.
I mean, when i push my stick one way, the puck goes that way and the same applies for the other direction. What more do you need? And heck, i could do it at speed and with my passing, the puck was going where it was supposed to, no complaints there.
But then things go wrong...my stomach cramps...like i said, i think (pffft, no thinking required here) that i'm a little out of shape. But i think it might actually be the bacon linguini that my mom made for me before i left home. I even made sure i didn't eat that much, but let me tell you, something like bacon does not hold well about an hour before physically demanding sports. And this is the point that i realize that my cardiovascular capacity has seriously diminished since i've stopped swimming.
It's diminished enough that i'm even thinking of going back to maybe visit the pool every once in a while to build up a bit of fitness for when i join a hockey league this winter. I mean, going to school, i need some form of physical outlet since i won't be hauling heavy crap for work anymore. Besides...with school...and mental wear...i need a form of physical wear otherwise i'll face physical atrophy. But that pretty much takes care of the fat, lazy and out of shape. I'm all three and i need to fix at least two of the three.
But as for blatantly stupid or obliviously brave...well, i'm not a big guy. Actually i'm a little less than the average that the human race has grown to become...you silly sodding Neanderthals. But with my 5ft let's say 7inch, 155lb frame, i try to take on awfully big people...and they don't just look big, they really are big; 6ft, give or take an inch or two, 180-215lb guys. These people are big enough that when i put myself between them and the puck, they can actually reach around me and still get at it (and this you fine people is where my skills and finesse with stickhandling comes in cause i still kept it away from the Neanderthal, be proud people...of me!) and that's where things go wrong cause that means i back into them in attempt to restrain them from the puck. The thing about big people is that the bigger they come, the harder they really do fall...onto me. I don't blame them cause i kinda caused it, but still...do you really have to be so big? But i won the battle...i fight for the cause of short or little people everywhere...sorta. But with that hustle, i think even a couple of guys that were on my bench were impressed. And the fact that i didn't screw up too bad didn't hurt so i don't think they minded that i was there. But that's not all for the stupidity/bravery...heh, and you thought i was done with that...think again my fine friends. There's more. Oh yes.
Of the two teams, i noticed that i was the only one with no form of face shield whatsoever. I do have a visor, but i haven't got around to putting it on yet, the bolts don't fit right. But half the people had cages, a third had full visors and the rest had half visors. Me, i had nothing. Now, you'd think that i'd be a little more careful, having noticed that fact but no-ooo...well yes actually..but only to a degree. The thing is, i'm *carefully* going down to block shots and passes. Meaning, knowing that i don't have a visor/cage/any sort of facial shield, i'm putting myself between the dude's stick with the puck and it's (possible) destination. Now, tell me, is that stupidity or bravery? i still haven't decided. I know i'm puttin that visor on tomorrow though...damn me, it's kinda scary doing that...and them athletes in the league formerly known as the NHL do it all the time. Talk about sacrifice...the dedication...the sheer insanity of the act of throwing yourself in front of a puck that's flying...God knows how fast...but then again, does it really matter? It still bloody well hurts no matter! But between that and my being a menace to the Neanderthals, i don't think the team minded having me and a couple of them even liked having me around :D
But it is late and i must go to bed, i'm tired as hell. And sore.
So, until my next rant...which might be tomorrow, i go to heckle the rogers ppl about my phone bill :P