
On to the four bandaids. Every Friday night before a home game, UW has a tradition of holding an all campus rally, of which the marching band is an integral part. We basically run around campus and the surrounding streets (read: Greek Row) playing stands tunes and getting excited for the game the next day. Most of the time I am VERY careful where I am walking as we are walking around old Seattle streets where long ago the streets got into a war with the roots of the surrounding trees and lost, creating many tripping hazards. So I managed to navigate all of the tree roots and other random obstacles in my way. We were running across 45th back onto campus cause the police had stopped traffic (we have a parade permit to do this) and I was thinking, "Hey, it's the middle of the street, what is there to trip on out here?" Yah, well I found the only thing left to trip on in the middle of the street... a giant pothole. My foot got caught (I was wearing TENNIS shoes for crying out loud) and I went flying across the street, landing on my hands and knees, but mostly my knees, on the other side. And to make matters worse, I was wearing shorts because it wasn't that cold outside and I knew that I would get hot once we started running around.
So I have four impact points and some massive bruising going on. I feel slightly like a 5 year old because I have two skinned knees. In the picture is the get-up I sported so that I could make it through game day. My knees are feeling better with less stinging, but cold air makes my bruises hurt (lame, I know), my knees are rather stiff, and my high knee marching leaves something to be desired at the moment. I never knew just how hard I was working until I did the last two practices with minimal effort put forward, everything is so easy when you don't march the right way =).
2 comments:
Wooooow. Poor Melina! Sorry to hear about your fight with the streets of Seattle...Oh, and your mentioning feeling like a 5-year old, reminds me of something that happened to me. When I was 5 (hopefully you see the connection...) I was riding my bicycle in our cul-de-sac with my friend, Ryan. At one point, neither of us were paying attention, or looking where we were headed (not a smart thing to do when riding a bike, mind you, and managed to run head on into each other and come crashing down onto the asphault. I ended up with some minor scrapes on my hands and knees, but ended up with a horrendous bout of road rash on the left side of my stomach. My dad attempted to clean it out as best he could, but the hydrogen peroxide HURT, so I did a lot of crying, and it made him feel bad, and thus, didn't get it completely cleaned out. To this day, I have a pretty nasty purple scar on my side.
Just thought that story might be slightly entertaining for you.
As for the Huskie's win, glad to hear your enthusiasm. When I heard they won, I was very happy for you, and actually made a comment to Zach that I bet you were happy about that!
Oh you poor, poor thing...how are you feeling now? As I was reading your story I was invisioning the entire story. HOw hilarious that must have been to see, not that I would have been laughing...cause I wouldn't, but well you know what I mean. Ok I'll be quiet now.
I will say I like your bandaging you got going on. You're totally sportin' the way to be trendy with injuries :)
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