A Bum Leg For Christmas

Admist all the parties, the pressies, the laughter and gaity, this Christmas had the makings of the best I could ever remember. Christmas day began blissfully with a multitude of sms seasons greetings from old friends and acquaintences and life is absolutely wonderful!

... until disaster strikes......

My favourite sport in the whole wide world, for now anyway, is badminton. I may not be terrible good at it, but what I lack in talent, i make up for in enthusiasm. So when Dory and badminton buddies mentioned a 3hr marathon on Christmas Day from 3pm onwards, there was really no need to convince me much further. Ok, so I was supposed to attend a Dharma Session at 5 and I had promised to do so, but there is no reason why I could not do both. Heck! it was Christmas Day, and it should be enjoyed! So happily I went off to the courts all happy and eager.

"Have you stretched and warmed-up?"

"Ah yo! Am already warm. Let's Play! Let's Play!

Within two minuites flat a searing pain ripped through my left calf leaving me yelping and unable to stand, let alone walk. The remaining session had me benched, moaning and groaning whilst all other chums jumped all over the place also with groans and grunts, but of the happier, excitable sort.

Sadly now, cookie is housebound with a bumed leg and totally unable to participate in any other festive activities...*sob*

Too much of a good thing? Or instant karmic retribution for compromising spiritual advancement for personal enjoyment??