I was a killer, man, it was total Shaq moments… except for the slew (slough?) of fouls that I racked up. Slapping at people when they’re shooting is probably the most egregious. New ref meant 1) didn’t know how to line up people in women’s basketball 2) called lots of new things the other guys don’t call. Have to remember a good tip from one of the audience members (rec leagues are so much fun)… not to set a screen person w/ ball but someone else. I can’t believe I actualy got a free throw. There’sa moment before you shoot when, against all odds, you really have to believe it’s going to happen.
Physical inventory: pretty jazzed last night and stayed up until, oh, around 1am. Forced myself to go on a walk to cool down. Slept like a complete rock. Didn’t do little workout this mornign, the thought of squats made me really think my legs would protest. My left knee is acting oddly – feels like a little muscle spanning the top of it has been pulled, which maybe true. I thoguht that my right leg would complain today, some muscle going behind the knee and outwards to the thigh was really killing me last night. Nothing this morning. Ended up walkign a mile to work b/c the buses were super slow. Pads of both feet feel sore, which I think is natural since there was a lot of running last night.