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Today was the second day of fencing, which, delightful! Only not really because we're still doing lots of running and lunges and squats and oh god my quads and glutes and hamstrings. But I was prepared for that! I knew that I would have to go places very slowly and avoid unnecessary stairs for a while - I've done this before, I know how it goes, I can handle that.
Except, there's one thing the sabre squad has a reputation for (other than the *ahem* efficiency of our parties) and it's the rate at which we get injured. Once, the entire women's sabre squad was injured at once. I had chronic shin splints my freshman year, which meant I had to go to practice 20 minutes early every day so I could get taped from the ball of my foot to my knee. Someone concussed herself walking into a door. Someone broke their wrist in a relay game. Someone spent 80% of their freshman year out with injuries, and on crutches for a fair bit of it.
Which is to say, in keeping with the tradition of really stupid injuries I did something* to my ankle at practice today. While playing pickup basketball, which is a sport I don't even understand. I hate the world.
*I'm sure that's the correct medical term. I landed funny and it hurt, but I could walk without pain after practice. After I sat down when I got home is when I first suspected that this was going to be trouble.
Except, there's one thing the sabre squad has a reputation for (other than the *ahem* efficiency of our parties) and it's the rate at which we get injured. Once, the entire women's sabre squad was injured at once. I had chronic shin splints my freshman year, which meant I had to go to practice 20 minutes early every day so I could get taped from the ball of my foot to my knee. Someone concussed herself walking into a door. Someone broke their wrist in a relay game. Someone spent 80% of their freshman year out with injuries, and on crutches for a fair bit of it.
Which is to say, in keeping with the tradition of really stupid injuries I did something* to my ankle at practice today. While playing pickup basketball, which is a sport I don't even understand. I hate the world.
*I'm sure that's the correct medical term. I landed funny and it hurt, but I could walk without pain after practice. After I sat down when I got home is when I first suspected that this was going to be trouble.