Yesterday afternoon, the lady left town for a few days, so I decided to use that opportunity to switch up my post-work routine a bit. Instead of coming home after work, eating dinner, and pretending to write yet another article, while listening to music and sipping red wine, I went to go play basketball.
Now, although I have recently played basketball alone and with my son, I have not played competitively with other people in a little over a year. The last time I played, I severely sprained my ankle, and it threw off my workout routine for a week or so, and I didn't like that. Still, I burned and yearned to get back out on the court. Even though I'm 35, my game still has not changed much from when I was in my early 20s. In fact, while I am playing, you can't even tell that I am pushing 40..unless of course you were with me the morning after, when I tried to move, but that's a different story.
So I get to the indoor court around 6:30, I wait around until the end of the last game, and then I assemble with the other three guys who said they had next. From 6:45, until 8pm when I left, my team won five games in a row, which means I did not sit down once. We won close games, we blew teams out, some games I did the majority of the scoring, other games it was evenly distributed. It was just good, solid basketball, and a great workout I might add. Plus the gym was 566 degrees, so I was sweating like a crazy man.
But around 7:55 or so, right before my team finally lost, I took the ball, drove the lane, jumped up for a lay-up, and came down on someone's foot. The SAME ankle I jacked up the last time I played, was once again severely sprained. I finished the game, I walked home, I walked around my house (with no sympathy because the lady wasn't here), I put heat and ice on it, and I did whatever I could do to avoid that morning after pain. It didn't even hurt that badly last night, but I knew as soon as I took that first step out of my bed this morning, it would. And now that I've taken about 50 steps this morning, let me tell you, that shit hurts. I see Motrin in my future. I have all kinds of things to do this weekend, and this is going to set me back.
This minor setback is not at all a reflection on my 35 year old game. Despite my year hiatus, I held my own against the youngsters, even though they kept calling me little man, because they all seemed to be well over 6'0" tall, and I am 5'9". Love it when that happens!
Everything's Gonna Be Alright - Sounds of Blackness
4 comments:
Go get a cortisone shot and get back out there man. The old(er) generation needs you. I'm not really holding my own with my old(er) man sports of golf and bowling...
That's what's up! Some time should make a mid-level veteran exemption for you
LMAO, you thought you had it, didn't you? Only to be struck down. *SMH*
Peace, Love and Chocolate
Tiffany
jazzbrew: my goal is to be back next Thursday, so there's hope for me yet!
sab: all i need is a one year deal, and i'm straight
redbonegirl: I still have it! this ankle setback is temporary!
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