Listen to me complaining. A 31 year-old griping about age. The audacity...
At Darby's softball practice today, the coach got all the parents to run bases while the kids tried to get us out. I was never tagged out and went around the bases several times, but in the process have instigated arthritic feelings in my right knee. I know it will get much worse at increasingly shorter intervals, but I don't like dealing with this reality any more than my 30-something peers presently reading along (you know who you are).
Old age is the worst kind of paradox. As you get older, you get wiser, but you start to fall apart mentally and physically, so you can't apply that wisdom. And unfortunately when you're young and vigorous, you're also wisdom-less.
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