Come on, we need a fifth!
Yeah, why not?
I finish lacing my football boots when my colleague demands I join the frisbee fun.
I’m not here for the friz, I’m pretty mediocre. But it’s always a good workout and our football hasn’t started yet, so I jump in.
What could go wrong?
There’s a thing about me. I like to join in. To be part of the action. I’m in!
Regardless of consequence.
There’s another thing about me. I’m not getting younger.
These two things are slightly at odds.
But I power through, and am glad for both. High fives and good games all around, I don’t embarrass myself too much. I’m tired after a couple hours, but it’s a happy tired.
Someone once told me that electrolytes are important
and I’m pretty sure I scoffed
Wrapped in a dream, pre-alarm, everything right in the world
But my dozy bliss is short-lived
My electros are lyte
I turn on my side and gently extend my fetal position. shifting my leg forward, ever so slightly
When my calf decides it’s time to wake up
A barking general, rallying the troops. And he’s a total jerk.
The pain is intense
I contort my upper body, doing my best to stifle a yelp as J is soundly asleep next to me
I am a sudden contortionist, somehow bending my body to wrap around the pain
Which doesn’t help, even a bit.
If you’ve ever cramped up, you probably know there’s no way out but through
I am taken down
I try to breathe through, and am eventually, mercifully, relieved.
J rolls over, stirring slightly
Yeah, all good, doing great, nothing to see here!
She rolls back over
Just as the alarm goes off to start our day.