It's A Good Kinda Pain

Sunset sky over Thompson Hill on the way to Volleyball in Proctor
I probably shouldn't have, but I did.
I went to volleyball.
One last time for a few weeks.
I had to go.
I had to see.
I don't really regret it.
But, I'll probably pay.
Much more than I am now for the pain I am in.
But,
I had a fun team.
With one of my best mates (and cancer survivor), wanting me to play next to him and set him.
And I swear, I couldn't have been more on with the sweet sets, or fuckin well-placed serves, than I was tonight. Perhaps the volleyball gods were smilin down on me for part of the night, as I nearly could do no wrong. I was totally on.
Until early on in the first two games when I totally smashed both knees making an awesome diving play for an extremely low pass into an incredible perfect set. Then in the third game, a side-step again totally tweaking/twinging my pinched nerve in my ankle, leaving me nearly hobbled between the three areas of pain.
But fuck, it was so worth it - or so it seems now.
I made it through the night, slacking back some in the remaining three games to not diving at all, but still making some very deep bending passes and saves, a couple were polo-style, and serving like a fucking banshee.
My serves were so on.
I only missed two all night, trying to go short front corner court, and just barely missing, the ball rolling along the net and back on our side. Grr.
The rest were stellar, and the streaks of long serves were both amazing to me and my teammates - I was so on placing them where I wanted, at the speed I wanted, and scoring many points bringing us back from deep deficits, or putting us way out in front early on.
I love to serve.
If I could just serve only, that'd be so awesome.
I am that good at it, and pride myself in it.
I may be a suck hitter, an ok passer/defense player, and a damn good setter, but I am a stellar server. Probably because I love it, and have so much fun with it.

Anyway, I can't find any advil/ibuprofen and the vodka isn't working, so I am off to dig up some old pain meds I have hidden away and hopefully my ankle and knees will stop throbbing and I can sleep.

Yes, it is a good kinda pain, and I can now take a few weeks off to rehab my bones, feeling that I left the courts tonight getting my full game on (for the most part) and can just hold this night as a good memory to get me through and motivate me to work hard at rehab.

Speaking of rehab. I get to wear this hinged knee brace for 'activities' for awhile.Pretty schmexy eh.