There's no pain or anything causing limitations.
My knees just refuse to perform the required bending.
I'm reminded of the Seinfeld episode whereas they are running through an airport, Kramer tells George:
"You run like a girl." ..... no offense intended towards girls.
The only time I even attempt it anymore is when I want to get out of the cold.
I used to be proud of how fast I could get down the first base line.
And the voice inside of me keeps putting the thought out there that I can still do it.
But my knees have declared: "Enough!!"
And what is more comedic than a (almost) 70-year-old man attempting a full sprint?
Other News and Notes .....
- I wish I knew more words.
- The stray cat that I've been feeding, is waiting at my front door when I arrive home most afternoons, I feed it, and after feasting it vanishes, leaving me feeling so used.
- The co-worker has me figured out. He's observed that I can't wait for the office to clear out and the noise to fade away so I can do my duties in peace and quiet.
- Getting ready for work each morning has become a 77-step process, packed into ten frenzied minutes, all choreographed to arrive one minute before start time.
- My fortune cookie: "You could prosper in the field of education." Gee thanks!! I could have used that advice fifty years ago.
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