Today is Tuesday. I played Sunday night and I played last night. Both were wonderful skates and I was tired at the end of each.

This morning, when it seemed as dark as it could get and when my first somewhat coherent but still foggy thought was that I wished the dog was not a morning person, I hauled my body upright and into clothes with pain springing from many sources. Many sources, and the kind of pain that hurts most when trying to put on socks.

But as that old saying goes, it was a good kind of pain. Pain born from movement on frozen water, late at night, on thin strips of steel strapped to my feet, playing a game with friends. 

Keep on playing.