So, I learned an important lesson this week. Two, actually. #1, I'm not as young as I once was. #2, I'm not as good as I used to be. Or maybe I was never good.
The Utah Jazz held a training camp for the media. Dana Greene and I went to the morning session, where 20 of us media-types/Jazz wanna-bees participated. Big mistake. HUGE mistake.
They warmed us up and then ran us through some drills. Apparently I didn't warm up enough, because sometime between arriving and wanting to puke my guts out, I injured my hamstring. I went up for a layup and felt a nasty pain in the back of my leg. I've hurt it before, so I knew what it was right away. I told Dana that I was hurt, but he couldn't hear me because he was breathing so hard he couldn't hear anything.
I gimpped through the remainder of the session, in between running back to the training room to have Jazz trainer Gary Briggs and ass't trainer Brian Zettler work on me. I thought I was a trooper. Turns out I'm an idiot. I guess my dad was right about me.
For the last 2 days, I've been limpping around and in some serious pain. My hammy is still sore, but my back is now jacked up and my muscles are sore. Heck, I hurt in places that I didn't even know I had places!
I do know this. I'm never doing this again. At least not until the next time. I just need to remember where I left my jump shot...
