Rugby

There’s nothing like a good game of rugby to revitalize you after a tough night. I woke up shortly before the practice at one o’clock, groggy and lightheaded, but after jogging to the practice field and being steamrolled by some big British men, I felt much better. The weather was terrible; it was drizzling rain the whole time, so the field was very muddy, and so became my clothes, but the practice was fun overall. I’m beginning to understand the game better now, so I can almost play in a regular game without embarrassing myself. Almost. I earned a couple scrapes on my legs, and I accidentally bonked heads with another player about halfway through the practice. From experience, I have learned that my head is much sturdier than the average cranium and generally pretty indestructible, so unfortunately the other player came out on the short end of the stick, as they say, and seemed to be in a bit more pain than I after the collision.

But that’s not to say I escaped pain the whole practice. Once when I picked up the ball (I think it’s called a ball), I tried to run through a kid on the way to the goal and was promptly lifted off my feet for at least two seconds, while my legs still moved in a running motion and I wondered vaguely why I wasn’t advancing anymore, and dumped heavily onto my back. I didn’t come out on top of that one. Literally! Hahah! But I like the game, and I love having the opportunity to run into people again, so I’m happy.

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