Today I predicted that I would pull my muscle during the soccer game, and indeed within the first few minutes of the game's start my prediction came true. I even predicted the right muscle, the moyen adducteur, though I did not know its true name at the time.

Naturally I played the rest of the half, but my inconquerable competitive nature caused me to greatly worsen it by continuing to hobble after breakaways, kick balls in the opposite direction that the opposition was kicking it only at the same time, and clear out dangerous balls with a booming kick that requires great effort of the muscle I had injured.

Finally at the half I had to sit down, much to my dismay, since our team had no substitutes. It was 2-1 at the half, (them), and we soon scored a short-handed goal to tie it up. Another goal was scored by them... but it remained close...

until the last ~7 minutes of the game when the whole team fell apart and they got a couple completely fresh, excellent players who had been late. Then we lost something like 9-2. Ouch. In our defense, they had a whole bunch of substitutes, we were down a man (me) and we are about 90% out of shape.

There's nothing worse than sitting injured on the sideline watching your team play, no matter how they're doing. Plus my team doesn't know me very well, so it is impossible for them to judge how serious I felt my injury had to be before I wouldn't play. People who know me would know that it would have to be pretty serious.

So after a particularly slow and painful walk home, I spent the evening icing my injury with rotating packs of frozen peas and watching John Wayne's "The Alamo" on PBS with Mangalon. Admittedly, Mangalon was in it mostly for the snuggling, falling fast asleep more than once on my tingling arm.

Remember the Alamo, everyone. Especially you Texas people. Before this movie I had no idea who Houston and Austin were... I guess I never really thought that the cities might be named after people. You learn something new every day. Kind of like the other day when my roommate learned that the communists won the Vietnam War.

Could a 4 dimensional apple
even fit under a 3-D tree? Haha. Like asking if an eraser can fit inside Garfield.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the book made it apparent that we can only see 3-D slices of 4-D space, and even explained it by talking about how a 2-D character would perceive a hand going through their space slice: where they see a bunch of circles that move and form together, we would see a bunch of weird spheres floating around, morphing into and out of each other. Also explained how he was able to "go through walls" by going around them in 4-D space.
» middaymoon on 2008-10-04 11:09:00

I had an idea of what muscle you were talking about, but I didn't know for sure because I had never heard the muscle named that. So I Googled it! Usually muscles of that family are "adductor [descriptor here]", where the descriptor for that particular muscle is "longus."

In a strange twist of anatomical coincidence: I have a pain in one of those muscles, too. And on the right side! I was doing a lot of high kicks in my apartment one morning (don't ask) and then later on when I was at class, I started to feel it. The moral of the story is to stretch before and after you imagine a ninja attack on your apartment, and you mime the movements you would take to stop it...
» ranor on 2008-10-04 11:31:26

Whoa, the cities are named after people? That's crazy!
» randomjunk on 2008-10-05 01:08:58

That's great that you're playing soccer again! I can't imagine playing soccer after being out of shape for a while... actually I can... since that is usually the kind of shape I'm in. *Ofta*
» jinyu on 2008-10-06 09:08:34

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