Apparently holding up a sleek, skinny camera for an hour is considered exercise. At least, judging from the curious cramping in my left tricep today.

At D’s game I’d brought my camera to get some pictures of him in action. I kept meaning to bring it all those other Wednesday nights and always forgot, but when I discovered video? Video, people! Live action! Not just some red-tinted blur, a frozen whir of motion not even my CyberShot can capture with enough authenticity to prove anything.

So before the game I got snap-happy taking pictures of D’s adorable niece – various pre-game shots of her bent over looking between her legs at a basketball refusing to stay put where she placed it, and the like. Then a few of her with her daddy, and D who played the entire game despite catching my horrible sickness (he scored 40 points. 40. Sick.).

Before which I decided to record a few minutes of the game. Which turned into, heck, let’s film the WHOLE THING. I might get some cool footage. You. Never. Know. And I did catch some near half-courters and some boo-yah stuffs (that’s basketball talk for “you were rejected, son, so take that”).

My arm hurts. Much like when I babysat, carrying a screaming 3-month-old around all day to the effect of having No Arm Function for two days after. Hm. I should really get back to lifting weights sometime soon.

Should.