That some body is my body.
Shoulders that ache, knees in pain, it seems that the adventures of youth and life have taken its toll.
I am somewhat envious and jealous of others who engage in some type of athletic endeavor.
I wistfully look on as others test themselves in competition of any kind.
I feel a bit beaten down at the moment.
I am trying, believe me.
Somewhat futile at the moment.
I used to.
Three defining words.
We used to say growing up, "better to be a has been then a never was."
Now I am not so sure.
I am counting on pride to pull me back up to be involved once again.
When I was growing up it was an unspoken rule to play through the hurts and the pain of competition.
Can I do it again?
So far no...
After wallowing in all this self pity,
I am going to need a shower for the body and the mind.