Last night was a first. Showed up for the Monday bowling league not to play, but to inform my teammates that I needed to quit the team. Well, I didn't actually quit; I'm still on our roster but as a substitute and even then I won't be available until January. A funny thing happened to me last Friday morning as I got ready for work. In the mirror in my bathroom I noticed that my left arm looked a little yellowish at the elbow. At first I thought it was the lighting but a closer examination showed that my elbow was not just yellow, but bruised and badly at that. Looks like I've a grade II muscle sprain in my arm that takes 8-10 weeks to heal for persons much younger than myself. Wanna see? When you sprain the muscle and connecting tissue so badly that it bruises, it means: 1. you're out of shape; 2. you're not as young as you used to be. Fortunately I don't think I've torn anything that will require surgical intervention to rectify. But gone are the days when I could just throw myself into whatever physical activity I wanted and not worry about pulling or spraining muscles or otherwise incurring injuries. This whole aging process thing really sucks. And it's not as though I mind getting older, but it's that sudden stop at the end that bothers me.
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