This is my cast :(

3 weeks. And then 3 weeks with a short arm cast.

I miss my arm already.

Right wrist fractured (saphoid (?) bone). Not v. easy to type, also v. tired and no drugs yet. Just an FYI as this journal prolly not uber updated fo 4-6 weeks. Can't play rugby either. V. sad :(

ETA: Scaphoid bone.

REAL women ruck!!

So today, I got up at 8 am to play RUGBY (if you hadn't guessed it already, you're going to be hearing a LOT about this sport). It was SO MUCH FUN. We played a sort of round robin style thing - instead of one game with two forty minute halves, we played 3 or 4 games with two 20 minute halves.

Then, at the very end of the day, we played a quick 30-minute game of our A-side versus a motley team of a few players from a different (and good) team - maybe Marymount? - and some of our B-siders. Including me. I had been playing wing (whose job is to basically not do anything unless she has to), but for this game I played outside center. Centers are still a back position, but they do a LOT more tackling and running with the ball. It just felt so good to play- I'm totally hooked.

However, during one of my tackles in the last game I messed up my wrist something awful. I'm not sure exactly what I did, but it's swollen and hurts like a bitch - I'm typing this entry laboriously with one hand as the injured one objects too much to being moved. I've got it wrapped and icing, and hopefully it'll start feeling better soon.

Rugby is FUN!

Today I went to Bethesda and bought a mouthguard and cleats for rugby. Not too exciting, but I always enjoy going somewhere I've never been before and finding it by myself (I asked a very nice postal officer).

Then - RUGBY PRACTICE. Wow, rugby is SO MUCH FUN. I mean - doing a sport is always fun, and there's SO much emphasis on group work. We do running and drills "in line," meaning we literally have to stay in a line with the other players. Plus there's no way to break the ice like shoving your shoulder into her crotch, wrapping your arms around her thighs and dragging her to the ground as you pillow your head in her ass - all while wearing an ill-fitting mouthguard that prevents normal speech and makes you feel even stupider than you already do because you have no idea how to tackle. AND we all went to to the dining hall afterwards. And I have a rucking pad in my room. And bruises.

Lots of bruises.

Sports practice

Today, I woke up and went to rugby practice, and from thence to the rookie BBQ (they didn't BBQ us - they fed us). It was SO fun - all the girls playing seem awesome, and I've been christened "Pink" by Maddy, the captain (I even had to change my nametag). This is going to be great.

Then I returned to campus and hung out for a bit before going to soccer practice. When did I become this athletic, sporty girl!? Nonetheless, it was fun - we had a very relaxed practice, albeit in a unmown field with a high bug population.

And now, I'm fresh and so clean clean from the shower that I've wanted more than any shower in my life: first, obviously from rugby/soccer sweat and grass particles and bugs, but also because I haven't showered since I dyed my hair pink, and I still had dye EVERYWHERE and it was beginning to get to me.

Bruise-y activity switch...

So yesterday, I made the split decision to replace ninjaing with rugby for the semester. I decided this because:

a) I've always wanted to try rugby anyways
b) Ninja was going to be expensive (like $400) while rugby will be cheap ($55)
c) The idea of going all the way out to the studio by myself on an hour-long metro ride just to pay someone $400 for something I could do through school for free next semster kind of made me unhappy
d) I can always switch back to ninja if I like it more, or stay in rugby if I like it

So we'll see!