Many many many years ago (like 30 or so) I had great delight in playing summer hockey with Caroline and assorted other friends at Adelaide Uni Hockey Club. In addition to that I occasionally and with good goal-scoring success filled in for the lowest tier of the men’s teams during winter.
For a long time hat was the sum of my hockey career. About 5 years (probably more but hey the memory isn’t what it used to be) ago I drove across Adelaide after a game of soccer to fill in again. I made it for half time and thanks to the time spent cooling down in the car lasted all of 5-10mins before pinging a hamstring.
Last summer I went and played a game of summer hockey with Michael and gave thought to playing for the proper season just to play in his team. Due to changes in the association though, Michael jumped up to the Div 5 team and there was no way I’d be playing at that level with him.
After watching Emily and Michael play all year, Caroline decided it was time for another crack at summer hockey ahead of her possible return to the game next winter (after all, who needs knees). With this in mind we linked up with a couple of other families and aging hockey friends to field a summer team.
Week 1 saw us go down 1-0, truly surpassing all my expectations and importantly, I walked off the pitch sans injuries.
Bring on week 2 …
The game was going okay. We were under the hammer a bit at the back but we hadn’t conceded any goals. Now halves are only 20 mins long and we weren’t at the half way mark when running back to defend, I went to stop. Unfortunately my left foot slipped on the turf and my leg was thrown out in front of me savagely enough (which let’s face it probably wasn’t really very savagely at all) to tear a hamstring. I say tear but I haven’t had it analysed or anything yet because a) I hurt and b) life is busy.
My evidence that it could possibly be torn is below:
My evidence that it could possibly be torn is below:
Other than not having the right skills or fitness to join Michael playing hockey last year, was the concern that if I did happen to injure a hamstring (fair chance based on history) I’d bugger up my running consistency (I was on track for 100kms run per month this year) and I’d suffer a lot because of work travel etc. Seems like that might have been a smart move …
Think this might my offical retirement from any team sports. I’m a bit worried that even lawn bowls might be beyond the body unless I was launching bowls. I’ll have to stick to running … just as soon as I get back to actually walking normally.
Think this might my offical retirement from any team sports. I’m a bit worried that even lawn bowls might be beyond the body unless I was launching bowls. I’ll have to stick to running … just as soon as I get back to actually walking normally.
