Out of Shape
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008Suddenly, I’m my father — in my mid-fifties.
We played basketball last night for the first time in only god knows how long. I could barely keep up — I knew I was out of shape, but I didn’t think I was that bad. Today I’m extremely sore, and while the soreness does make my day extremely frustrating, it also feels quite good. Aside from the soreness, I feel very fresh and in good spirits. Basketball should become a routine Monday night thing, so I look forward to getting into shape.
