I. Can. Not. Move. I am SO incredibly tired after today's rugby game. We played a big club side, the Hill Jills (which I'm guessing is short for something, but I don't know what that something is), today in Glasgow. The score is unimportant, suffice to say we lost, but played really well and fought hard the entire time and KILLED in the scrums. I started and lasted all 80 minutes as #5 and spent every last bit of energy I had, barely walking off the pitch at the end. It was glorious. The other team was friendly and played an awesome clean game, which seriously made all the difference. Never before has the sport of Glorious Rugby been so aptly named. (That's a little jab to all the ultimate frisbee players out there... if you can shorten ultimate frisbee to "ultimate," we get to call it "glorious rugby" or simply: "GLORIOUS.") I was also awarded the "Forward of the Match" title for today's game, which was really really cool.
I'm seriously too tired to type any more. Plus I have to go do my dishes and finish a Stats assignment... sigh... I hate having class on Mondays. Or any day for that matter.
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but saturday's a rugby day!! anyways sounds awesome!! whoo hoo tight five! you should see our team now. we have 3 new locks who've stepped it up pretty well...so well i've gotten to play a little flyhalf...=). anyways miss ya and it seems like you're loving it there. ttyl
-michelle k
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