I’m not a fighter. In fact, I’m as non-confrontational as it gets. When conflict arises, I run far, far away. (The husband may disagree – but that’s different. Right?)
Needless to say, I’ve never been in a physical fight.
So when I took a fist to the nose during an indoor soccer game on Sunday, the pain came as a bit of a surprise. The contact was inadvertent, and the guy attached to the flailing arm was very apologetic. I grimaced and told him I was OK – because while I might be completely conflict-averse, I am tough, dangit!
When I got home and looked in the mirror, I was actually a tiny bit disappointed to find that there was no visible swelling or bruising. I know it sounds completely backward. But if my face HURTS as badly as it does, I want something to show for it!
Actually, I think I take it back. Because I don’t even want to think about how hard I would have had to be hit in order to leave a mark. This was more than enough face-punching for me to handle.