Down for the Count

Tuesday, September 15, 2009, I had a root canal first of all (yuck!) and slept all day until I had to go to work at 5:00. When I got off, I went to Lee's to workout with him and Dee Ann. We worked out hard for about 45 minutes and Lee and his momma decided they wanted to box. That's fine. I time them for 2 minutes and it's over. No big deal. Lee looks and me and says "come on." My response, "No Lee, i'm tired from working out and I had a root canal." He responds "oh, come on, you are weak." If you know me, you know I don't like to lose. I knew I sure wouldn't whoop him, I would be the one getting whooped but I couldn't just NOT do it. Okay, I put on all of the gear and we start. About 5 seconds into it, I kick him in a bad place. He falls in the chair and I feel awful. Finally, he gets up and says "come on!" At this point, I am cracking up and half way paying attention. About 5 seconds into it, once again, he kicks me in the chest and the force from it knocked me backwards. I am still laughing and not paying attention and I tripped over a chair sitting by the fireplace, tried to catch myself, and landed right at my tailbone on the fireplace. Needless to say, I was done laughing. Two days later, I am still hurting and moving like a 90 year old lady. Mom's advice "Don't be horsing around!"