No, I didn't hurt myself on Monday. I was worried I would. Even sunday night, my legs were still somewhat sore and stiff. But I knew this. Monday before the game I tried really hard to warm up my muscles. I jogged around. I stretched. I bounced. I stretched some more. I was so worried about hurting my legs, after what I did in the Spring season (I did it to myself last year, too, did I mention that? It was awful; I have photos of the hideous bruise covering most of my lower leg afterward.). My legs still didn't feel right, they were too tight, but they were warmed up.
My first time at bat, I hit the ball hard and went sprinting for first. I could feel both legs tightening up. I knew that if I went all-out, ran as fast as possible, I'd hurt one or both again. I knew it, so I didn't push it, didn't run as fast as I'm capable of.
I got out. I was so annoyed, because it was close, too! My foot hit the base and the ball hit the first basewoman's glove almost simultaneously. I actually thought I got there first, but the umpire disagreed. Walking back to the dugout, I was mad at myself. I should have pushed it, I kept thinking to myself. I could have gone faster and probably not injured myself. Or, I should have "taken one for the team". Had I only run a little bit faster...! I would have been safe on first, not slouching toward the dugout.
Then one of the girls who batted after me did precisely what I've done in the past: she pulled both of her quads, running to first base. Watching her hobbling about afterwards, watching her pain, it made me glad I hadn't pushed it. I remembered how much it had hurt, how long it had lasted, and how much less useful I was during the rest of the game. I talked to her today, and she's still hurting, and can't even jog to her car without feeling it. It made me glad I wasn't hurt again. I was stiff and sore after the game, but uninjured, and I'm relieved. (Hopefully I can make it through the rest of the season the same way!)