Hamstrung Haturday

"Guess that's why they call it being hamstrung" my father informed me today, as I hobbled strolled leisurely along St Laurent in the wake of my family's breakneck pace.

"I don't think anyone says that."

I was wrong.

Pulled my hamstring at practice last night. My hairy legs had an intimate introduction with our trainer Mike as he tried to stretch it out to no avail. It sucks: our coach informed us that I would be playing 8 in our intersquad game Sunday - which is awesome - "depending upon the fitness of her hamstring of course."

Stupid mortal body.