Yesterday was supposed to be a nice, quiet, relaxing Sunday. My wife had just returned home from a 3 day business trip, so I was excited to spend some time with her. To top things off, Monday was my first day at the new job. I wanted to be relaxed, refreshed, and ready to start off the new chapter of my life. And everything was going to plan until 6:45pm.
I got a call from the Intermural basketball team I joined. They had 4 players, and needed one more. Kate gave me the approving nod, I tossed on my oversized Nike shorts and athletic shoes, and took off towards the athletic center.
I learned a valuable lesson over the course of 45 minutes: I can't run like I used to. I was past winded. I was past exhausted. I was old. I was out of shape. I'm still getting thirsty just thinking about it. We didn't have any substitutes, so the 5 of us spent the entire time running the floor. Well, except for when we were catching our breath. Should I add that our competition was college students? Younger, faster, more numerous.
I also learned that my running shoes have inadequate padding. I think it was reinforced even further when the 2nd blister burst on my foot.
I knew I'd be sore the next day, but I had forgotten about my new job. Or at least the fact that I have new shoes for my job. So I walked to work in unbroken dress shoes. And it was slippery due to a winter storm. On bricks. Slippery bricks. Uphill. (Only one way.)
My feet are crying. But its my love of sport that won't let me complain out loud about it.
You won't catch me playing basketball tonight though. Not until tomorrow...
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