I'm pretty worn out and constantly frustrated by this nasal drip cold thing that settled in this weekend, the Giants embarrased themselves and I lost both of my own football games BUT it was a great day. A great day because I played two football games for the first time in about 6 weeks. My right ankle is still nearly twice the size of my left and it did complain quite a bit, but it worked and I was able to play at a pretty decent level. Just took the club of tape off it-as well as the brace Dave lent me-and there isn't anything outwardly disturbing about it.
One of those things...the injury has had me thinking quite a bit about how I am older now and about how things don't heal back as fast as they used to and how some things never get all the way good again. The way the ankle barked after I tested it a few times on a treadmill this week had me wondering if I was ever realistically going to get back out and play something as pylometric as football. When you're just racing around in your daily life you kind of assume everything will just be the way it is...until something comes along-and goddamn if it doesn't always do so-and lets you know things can change at any moment, and things you enjoy you will not be able to do forever.
I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I am going to have a lot more fun playing football from now on, however long that is.