I think about this a lot .....
About my years working for the city in youth sports recreation programs and how I'd often end up coaching a basketball or soccer team when there were no parent volunteers and I'd end up scrimmaging with the kids in practices and how it feels like it was last year though it was probably 20-30 years ago and I feel like I should still be able to physically run up, down and around the field or court .....
(And the unintentional implied message here is how time flies.)
And in my senior citizen thoughts and musings I'm like: "Why not?!!! Hell yeah!! I can still run!! .... Can't I? Yeah, sure I can!"
Then, the constant reminders of the present times where I'm on foot in the freezer at work in a large cold storage facility and feeling the urge to hustle my azz out of there because I've overstayed my ability to tolerate -6F and can't feel my fingers or toes and occasionally burst into a comedic hurry-shuffle type of motion, extremely thankful that there are no cameras (that I'm aware of), because I know that it looks like a distressed walrus in heat .... not that I have any clue what that actually looks like but I'm confident that the video footage of my hurried shuffle would be much less than flattering.
And that's my rant for now about the deceptive mind games played on one by the aging process.
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