Nothing special happened...unfortunately we lost 9-7. I pitched well, fielded poorly, and went 3 for 3 with a double. But the mere act of running from home to 2nd on the double left me winded.
And today, I could barely walk. My left heel is killing me, and I have no idea why. This is the weird and unexpected thing for me as I age...acquiring random injuries of unknown origin.
I have to run around tomorrow, too, as I coach my little one's softball team. Something tells me that an afternoon nap and beer may be in order.
2 comments:
You'll get used to it - punk! Oh, I see now. The big 5-0 is looming large on the horizon, isn't it? No sympathy from someone who can start to make out the bigger 6-0 in the distance.
Well, I hit 5-0 way before you hit 6-0.
"I cried when I wrote this song, sue me if I play too long..." ;-)
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