Everyday I am reminded of my mortality, or at least of my age as it
takes me longer and longer to get warmed up during runs or stretch my
legs during walks. What really nailed it for me was nine, mostly
miserable, holes of golf over the weekend. It wasn't the four
consecutive shots I pitched over the green, the five putt on six or
the 60 I shot for the day, but the fact that this morning I felt like
my entire Fantasy Football league taps danced all over my back
I sat on a flight this morning for 2.5 hours and when I got up, I
looker like a total cripple, barely able move
I will be having three Advil's for lunch
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