Karma is PMSing

I had a fun little encounter the other day. My foot had the delightful pleasure of being introduced to a cement wall. It was quite an unexpected meeting, but nevertheless my life was changed from it. It was a dreary afternoon and I had nothing to do. I was making my way over the the cyber to catch up on a few emails and maybe even do something productive with my day. Well as I was making my trek across the park a few kids called over to me and asked why I wasn't playing soccer. Not having an adequate excuse, who was I to turn down the opportunity for a quick futbol sala game. 

I have been secretly proud of myself in my futbol skills because within the last month I have upgraded from playing with 12 and 14 year olds to late teenagers and others my own age. It was a big step for me and it is kind of sad departing with my distinct height and weight advantages. I can no longer push little kids who come up to my waist out of the way and I am thus forced to actually learn the skills of the game. If I get lucky maybe I will start making friends who are my age, that would be a step. Before you all start getting too excited, this transition was not of my own choosing. It just so happened with the rains most of the kids have transitioned from sports to marbles. It is the latest craze and you will often find the fields deserted for kids huddling in corners playing marbles. I know I am desperate and want friends, but even I drew the line when the little kids starting playing that game and realized it was time for me to grow up. 

Well back to my mistake, I started playing with my new group and it was a 3 on 3 game. Things were going well and I gauged my contribution by limiting myself as a minor handicap. I even had a couple goals and while I can't compete with their skills, I like to think I am at least another body that they need to get by. Well I realized I was not in their league and resorted to what I knew best, dirty tricks to slow the other team down.

This is where karma comes into play. They may have been my age, but I have the distinct advantage of being bigger than all of them. Plus, they don't really know how to interact with the gringo so I usually have the advantage of being able to use my size and play a little more physical. Well there was this one kid who I just couldn't stop no matter how I tried. I swear he somehow cheats or has codes or some other metaphysical trickeries. Every damn time he would beat me and I'd had enough. I resorted from trying to get the ball to going after his ankles. I guess Karma doesn't really appreciate this tactic and as a result when I had him trapped in a corner, I made a jab for the ball, ie ankle, I of course missed and nailed my big toe right into the wall. Maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe I was just too tired, but at the time I didn't feel a thing. However, I quickly realized that my shoe was starting to feel more and more constrained and I couldn't put any pressure on it.

To make a long story short here you go. There is the picture of my poor toe and I got an x-ray and it is definitely fractured. There isn't much you can do for a toe and that means I have to minimize my walking for the next 4 weeks! I don't think the doctor comprehended what he just handed down to me, how can I not walk in my site. I am a 15minute walk from town, my schools are anywhere from 30minutes to 1.5hours away. Ugh, it is going to be a logistical nightmare, but that is what you get when you get angry and try to play dirty.