Again watching basketball on television, forgetting how old I am and dreaming of shooting hoops at the local playground. What's the best that could happen? .... Discovering that I still have it? The jump shot that is. That would warm my cold cold heart! Technically if I just get the slightest bit of clearance from the ground then it qualifies as a jump shot right? The worst that could result ..... Heart attack. But most likely sore ankles and knees. Or possibly being chased away by marauding gangs of anti-seniors eight year olds or teenagers. I'm willing to risk all that. I mean I'll be doing something that's always provided great pleasure. And it's free as well!!! I can't say that about visiting my local record store. (Though every once-in-awhile they give me a freebie assumedly out of extreme kindness towards seniors who can't hoop any longer.)
Visualization might prove helpful. See it, do it!! ..... and all that jazz. I've been a longtime believer. Muscle memory too! It all seems entirely doable. As long as it's not cold .... or raining. Or snowing even, which I awoke to just two days ago. There was a time when that wouldn't have stopped me, but now? It's definiely a huge factor. I've morphed over the last decade or two into a genuine card carrying wimp about such issues. Lacking any amount of concern about being a studly manly man.
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