Age brings wisdom, it is said. I must still be young and stupid apparently, because I am playing in another alumni full-contact football game tonight. Last time I popped a ribhead out in my back and walked like I had a honeymoon evening with a silverback gorilla. Plus the score was 6-0 because half our team was smoking at halftime. Of course, I also drank after game, which is probably not the smartest idea. I didn’t even do that in high school after games. I like to think I’m carb loading for my 5K run next week.
I’m also running in a 5K the week after. Not bad, I can handle it…as long as my girlfriend doesn’t beat me. Note to self: Hide her inhaler before the race or fake a stroke if getting beat. That should do it. The good news is that if I get hurt in either event, I can vow to never workout again!