An important lesson to learn in life is how to laugh at ourselves and our misfortunes.

Yesterday was a big day for me, I made the hour and a half drive to my new school to look at a place to live and to tour the school, familiarize myself with it so that the first-day-getting-lost-without-pants-on dreams will be kept at a minimum. I found a place I loved and when we returned my dear friend and I decided to do something good for our bodies and go play tennis at a local highschool.

Turns out 2 of the 4 courts were being used, so that the two free ones were either in between two matches or beside one. Either way, she and I will both admit we are not overly skilled in the game of tennis and knew playing in either of the courts would disrupt the other games rather often.

So we decided to run the track.

Running the track is easy. Remember highschool? The 12 minute run? I believe 4 was a minimum in order to pass so obviously a lap or two would be easy. Well, I would admit I'm a little competitive, so as many laps as my close friend did, I also had to do. We ended up doing 4 total. At the time I felt like I was in highschool again.

And let me just preface this comment and say that in highschool I was not athletic. I was awkward, I had a body I hadn't learned how to maneuver quite yet. So I only did gym in grade 9 and the only people slower than me in running were the injured.

Since highschool I've learned to love my body, and treat it well. I've also taken up running, SO- I thought, I should be able to outdo my highschool self and love life at the same time. And I certainly did love it as I did it.

Today, my body is saying something different.

But that could also be because last night my legs decided to rebel and not take the steps as they should, catapulting my body in a rolling downward motion, limbs every which way. Once I reached the bottom and tried to unravel my twisted body I realized I could not stand, my ankles wouldn't allow it, so I dragged myself to my room and fell asleep on my floor.

This is why today my body is aching in pain, a combination of athletic feats I can't achieve anymore (not without practice anyway) and clumsy attempts at taking stairs.

But writing this blog I laughed pretty hard picturing last nights ordeal again and I hope you find humour in it as well. Laughter certainly is the best medicine.