I must have missed the fine print when I turned 40, the part that says "Aches and pains that used to heal over night will now stretch into a week of discomfort." I got a little banged up sledding Friday night, a few tumbles at the bottom of the hill, but it was fun.
Saturday, woke up a little creaky, but felt okay, and ran through the day doing normal stuff.
Sunday, a bit more creaky, decided to take it easy, but didn't.
Monday, downright stiff, sat in a chair reading and goofing around on the computer most of the day. Monday night, slept funny.
Tuesday morning, roll out of bed, put a foot on the floor, and my hip says "Whoa, cowboy, where d'ya think yer goin?" This is a big load of cow chips.
Now the only thing left to do is hit the treadmill at the gym and show my hip who's boss. I'm sure my brain can convince my body that it's still 23 and in shape. Total denial of reality always works, doesn't it?
Afterward, I'll rocket to Mars to carry on my torrid stellar affair with Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, and my wife will be waiting in the hot tub when I get back with a nicely chilled vodka martini and very little else.
See how that works?
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