An Injury....Ouch!

Seems like every time I decide to blog, it is because I've done something stupid.  This time is no exception.  Trevor and I were at my parents' house today and I was pitching a wiffle ball to Trevor and Christian, letting them swing the bat, have some fun and take verbal abuse from me about how I was striking them out, ha.  Shawn got home and Trevor asked him to join me and play a game against our sons.  Of course I wasn't going to back down from a challenge, especially not a silly little wiffle ball challenge.  So Shawn and I batted first, we decided on a 5 run limit.  Shawn and I got 3 outs per inning and the boys got 6 outs.  The first two innings proved productive for the batters as the score was tied 10 to 10 going into the third.  With two outs, four runs in the inning already and me at bat, I smacked that little plastic ball a country mile...or about 20 feet.  Not wanting to get our last out I took off a bit too aggressively and pulled or tore something in my left calf, of course I ran all the way to the base anyway and Shawn scored on the play.  We reached our 5 run limit and I sat behind home plate as the "catcher" as Shawn got the boys out (8 outs in one inning) before they scored their 5th run.  We won!  But I am limping around like an old man.  My calf is bruised, I don't know how though, I was just running, nothing hit me.  Yep, I'm old.  I know it.