Licking my wounds, so to speak

This week I was missing being at Stanford (blasphemy, since I work at Cal) and watching so many great WTA players. What was there to do but hit the courts again? Unfortunately, I was a bit literal minded about this when I dove for a ball during a practice doubles game with my team, the Sweet Spots (very cute, huh?). The good news is that I found the wherewithal to roll. I scraped my arm badly and both my knees. Now, 48 hours later, I'm sore (bruised right hip, sore left shoulder, tight neck). So, the dive was a bonehead move. Nonetheless, there's a part of me that's proud of my (practice) war wounds.