At soccer practice today we spent an hour running up and down the bleachers.
Thats an hour of bouncing up and down 100 meter wide bleachers.
Up and down, which of course probably doubled that 100 meters which makes 200 meters.
And of course there were 2 sets of bleachers so that doubles up the 200.
And then theres half of the track we had to run in between to get to one set of bleachers to another.
Thats another 100.
Then theres the part where we had to run the whole track once.
So thats what?
800 meters, right?
And then theres that fence we had to jump to get to the first set of bleachers, because the coach was too lazy ass to open that up.
That wasnt much of a distance but it sure as hell was some workout for my upper body.
Oh! right.
We did this whole process 4 times.
Well done calf muscles.
Well done.
The bruises on my face are healing. SLowly, but they are healing.
But it is affecting my performance on the field.
Headbutting someone who came out of nowhere can be quite traumatising.
So, now I squeal when they bring their leg all the way back and are going for that kick.
Hmph.
Coach Chatman called me over, and he goes
"Me and Coach Luis and Angel were just talking here, and we decided to nickname you, uh, B.E."
"B.E.?"
"Think about it"
"...."
"?"
"I uh, don't get it.."
"Black Eye!"
"OH! Haha! Thats clever, man. You guys are funny as"
Lmao.