Last week my Achilles tendon started bothering me- nay, killing me. It felt like at any second it would literally snap. I don't like that, 'cause 1) I need that tendon, and 2) all I think about is that scene from Troy where Achilles (aka Brad Pitt) gets his...Achilles...impaled by an arrow (snack of trivia for you: that's where the name of that tendon comes from btw). I just cringe when I think about it. SHOOT that would hurt. I thought at first I had Tendinitis. Hurts like a %^&@! to walk, let alone run down the court. Got it checked out by the trainer at our game today, turns out I have Achilles Bursitis, which often gets mistaken for Tendinitis (I guess so!). Fingers crossed it goes away soon.
Today, while I was doing stats for the guys game, there was a timeout and the music came on. I was standing at the end of the bench alone while the guys did their thing and made eye contact with my sister who was in the bleachers across the court and started tapping my toe kind of in mock of the song being played (don't remember it). The ref's were standing there at half court and thought I was just grooving to myself and started giggling and pointing. Noticing this unnecessary attention, in order to make myself appear a little less handi-tarded...or white, I made eye contact with them and encouraged them to do the same. It worked. They proceeded to enjoy the sub-par song being blared. Quite a humorous moment of the day haha. If we can base human success on being able to get 3 grown men to "grove" at centre court...
I win.
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