Mike's Sports

Since the beginning of July, as I first wrote about in last month's Old Timer Rant, I've been immersed in a 6-days-a-week sports regiment (ball hockey, lacrosse, basketball and 3 days of soccer), which I've been absolutely loving. However, this week, out of nowhere, I was suddenly blindsided by an unexpected seventh day and I've gotta tell ya things are no longer looking quite as rosy for me. In fact, now, believe it or not, I can no longer even walk to the fridge to get a beer, let alone run around a field. Though, thankfully, I can still hop.

"You know how I know you're old?" I heard myself ask myself. And I guess it did creep up on me a bit. I mean, I don't really feel any different than I did in my twenties, but recently a couple of things made me realize that I may, in fact, be older than I feel.