Capture the Flag

Well it could have read "Capture your Age". Wednesday at camp, I joined in the wide games. The first was kamikaze where the youths pelted water balloons at two councilors. I was one of them. Then in the evening they played one of my favourites, Capture the Flag. I remember this game from CAMMAC Choir Camp in the Lauentian Mountains of Quebec. As a very competitive person I thrive on games like this. I love the capture part and after the first round, one that we won, I wished to capture it myself. A young man stood in my way after I ran from a young lady. I kicked into high gear and thought, that this was just like being 16 again. If you didn't know I was a very successful sprinter at the regional level. As I went up on my toes and began to sprint I heard and felt a POP! Down like the elephant I have become I fell. My leg was immovable and immediately I asked for help. I knew what I had done... I had just torn my hamstring. After a not so comfortable bumpy ambulance ride down the camp road, my thoughts were confirmed as my doctor told me my fears were correct.

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The upshot is by not warming up... being so very out of shape.... I just booked myself in to months of physio and some awkward days with crutches and then a cane. It should take 2-3 months to heal up.