Pure Sadness

This morning I played in our flag football game and experienced a very sad realization...

I am not the athlete I was when I was 20. It hurts me to even type it let alone to admit it.

Now ten years after my college intramurals (which I overwhelmingly dominated, don't bother asking anyone else, just ask me) I am faced with trying not to get "too" competitive since my mind and my body work at two very different speeds.

Let's just say my mind says "Preston you run like a cheetah and swim like the salmon of Capistrano" and my body says "Preston you run like your grandmama and swim like an anchor".

It was funny this morning. I was pretty riled up in the first couple of minutes but after the first few series I quickly came to the realization that it just wasn't going to happen.

I am flying the black flag today mourning the slow death of my once upon a time athletic prowess.

Who would have ever thought it? I am a shell of my former self.