Um, ouch. But in a good way.

I played basketball tonight for the first time in ???? years.  Full court, two 15-20 minute halves.  Final score 70-something to 60-something.  Not bad, huh?  (I’m pretty sure I made less than 10 points, but I did not die, which felt like a major accomplishment.) It was really fun, but I’m already afraid to wake up in the morning.  There’s nothing like a few sprints up and down the court to remind you you’re not as young and spry as you used to be.

It feels good to do something I used to love and haven’t done for a long time.  Feels good in a my-muscles-might-combust-and-I-may-perish kind of way, but still.

(I could have written about how I’ve had the same dirty dishes in my sink for two days and accidentally forgot to show up to a meeting last night that I was in CHARGE of, but this seemed more satisfying.)

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