And then I played some tennis...

This morning, my dad and I played some tennis. considering I've not played much lately, I only lost be a respectable 6-3, 6-4. And I played competitively enough to make it last close to 2 hours. So I was very happy about that. But as you can see in this picture, I learned something else about myself:

Apparently, when I play tennis, I kick myself higher along my leg. So now I have 2 bandaids. I hate to think what's next.