This past year has been rough for any number of reasons. I have faced many challenges, some serious, some not so serious. One of the challenges that has presented itself this year has been the aging process.
Now I am sure that some of you will look at me and say that at 35 I am just a baby, and compared to some I am sure that I am. But the issue is not so much that I feel like an old man, but that I am starting to notice little aches and pains. The ticky-tack stuff doesn’t disappear as quickly as it used to.
I find bruises and wonder how they got there and then notice that days later they still linger on. Uninvited party crashers that just don’t get the hint to leave. It is a collection of little things that make me notice that I am not 20 anymore, and frankly it is hard.
I play basketball a minimum of two days a week, sometimes three or more. If I play three consecutive days I notice that my feet hurt, my back is sore and my legs don’t have the same spring in them. What is up with that. I feel like I was robbed. But I am not yet willing to concede my youth. I am trying some new exercises and watching my diet to see if I can’t pull out more of the guy I used to be.
Continued in the next post