||[Feb. 24th, 2005|02:30 am]
Had a very 'interesting' day of racquetball today. For those not familiar with the game, you need to wear protective eyeglasses so you don't get hit in the eyes. Trouble is, I couldn't find goggles that I can wear over my normal glasses, so I haven't been wearing goggles. So far I've always managed to duck in time, but my luck ran out today. I didn't even see it coming. The impact broke the frame of my glasses and sent the lens flying to the other corner of the court. My left eye was woozy for a while but no permanent damage. Fortunately my reflexes were good enough that I seem to have turned my head just far enough to avoid a direct collision, which would probably have made me blind in one eye :)
By this time my toes were hurting real bad. I was wearing my new non-marking shoes; the size is right but the shape isn't. My feet are broader than normal at the toes and I have trouble finding fitting shoes. I knew I was bleeding but didn't want to believe it because I wanted to continue playing. So I played for another hour with no glasses and horribly hurting feet. When I got home and took my shoes off, a big area of my socks was soaked in blood. Worse than I thought.
What's even more frustrating is that I don't have time anywhere in the near future to return or exchange the shoes. Buses in Austin are slower than horse carriages and take ages to get anywhere. A trip to the nearest sports store (and back) takes 3 hours. Life really really sucks in America if you don't have a car unless you're a nerd who never leaves mom's basement.
A perverse side of me was excited about having gotten hit in the face though, because it means I'm not a beginner any more :) In P.G Wodehouse's Psmith journalist, one of the characters who's a provocative editor is thrilled on surviving an assasination attempt because it meant they were being taken seriously. That's kinda how I felt.
Anyways, here I am with with broken glasses, screwed up feet, and aches all over my body with a racquetball tournament coming up this weekend, an exam on Monday, and a hundred other deadlines to meet. Perfect. Just perfect.