As you may know, I teach 3rd graders in Sunday School and the children all meet in what we lovingly named the Kids PARK. (Praise and Rejoice in the King) Last Sunday all the children met together in the park and had a relay race. (I can see LeLe beginning to grin like a 'possum) In the race, they had to pick up items, take it back to the line, and the next person had to carry all items, pick up another item and carry it back, etc., etc. One group needed one more player. (Ok, you can see where I'm going with this) I volunteered.
As I was returning to the line with my arms full of items, some invisible gremlin lassoed my ankles and pulled my feet out from under me. (That's my story and I'm stickin to it) I fell. I fell hard with no way to catch myself since my arms were full. If I had a brain, I would have laid there and pretended to be terribly hurt, salvaging my pride a little, but NO, I immediately pushed the items into the child's arms who came to help me up. And then I got up and ran another round. No harm no foul. "No, I'm fine." "Yeah, I'm ok."
Within 45 minutes, my neck and shoulders began to tighten up and hurt. I continued to sit in worship service as we had "Paid In Full" performing and they are awesome. I toughed it out. As the day went on, the pain got worse, so I wound up taking drugs. It's now Tuesday and I'm feeling pretty bad. Thank goodness for medications that my personal nurse prescribes for idiots like me. It's hard getting old. Not only does the place you hit hurt, but it effects your entire body.
I will probably resist the temptation to volunteer for another running game.....