Athletic? Nope.

Great Sunday of Sports yesterday. The soccer team won its first non-forfeit win of the past 2 seasons in a surprising goal-fest, 5-1. In bigger news, I suffered no injuries in the game.

In light of last season's ER-apalooza, I will be running a weekly tally of this season's cost; last year the league cost me $70 and then I paid a small dowry to the medical staff at UVA Health Services.

This far, I've paid $70 to SOCA and $0 to the ER.

To cap Sunday off, we swept two games of dodgeball in convincing fashion. Good times were had by all, including the birthday boy himself, who absolutely tagged a slow-footed doe on the other team three times before she declared herself out. The K is all about equality and Title 9 on the dodgeball court; all are subject to his 13 mph stinger.

Today, athletic humility returned in fine fashion. I managed to trip while running on the treadmill, and suffered a nice hand/wrist injury catching myself. I hurt my hand. While running. Everyone around me gasped as I managed to break my fall by splaying my upper body across the top of the treadmill, while my legs continued their journey to nowhere at a 6 mph clip. I somehow managed to right myself and continue running, though after that my heart just wasn't in it anymore. And I had to go ask the front desk for a band aid, because my hand was bleeding from the treadmill. Good times, good times.

This is what I looked like, except less coordinated.