This is a guest blogger. Non-knitter. Knitting victim, in fact.
Let me tell my story.
We were at a resort. You know the type. Yoga, facials, healthy food. And plain exercise and sports for the less evolved types like me.
One of us brought books. One brought her knitting. Linen, socks, lace. You know the drill.
On the second day, we split up at the end of the day. Swimming for Etherknitter, then knitting in the piano room. Volleyball for me, then meet and dinner. Well, that was the plan.
I'm having fun, jumping around. Then I lunge for the ball and feel some strange pops in my leg and I'm down. Feels weird. Not good. The players all gather around. "Stay down." "Are you ok?" Several bring me water (I guess it's all they could offer.) Wheelchair ride to the medical office, but I know the problem already. Ruptured Achilles tendon. Remember Brad Pitt in Troy? That Achilles.
Knitting gets interrupted. I'm sure with considerable alarm and worry. I'm sure it's going to be my fault.
So this is the discussion. Was this the "aging male athlete who exercises infrequently"? (Painfully true). Or was I channeling all that tinking and ripping energy that surrounds knitting circles?
(View this photo . Not for the squeamish.)