“Pop, Snap, Riiiiiip”
Those were the sounds I heard and the sensations I felt yesterday as my calf muscle tore. Yes, I tore my freaking calf muscle.
I’d like to say I was doing something cool, like running down an antelope or jerking 200 pounds. Unfortunately, I was having a skipping relay race with my four year old cousin in the local Dairy Queen parking lot.
I guess that will teach me to act my age.
No, you’re right. Probably not.
Anyway, my amateur internet diagnosis says it will take about 4-6 weeks to heal itself. So that means I will miss my judo test for the third straight time. I am going to be a brown belt for infinity.
