Lessons Remembered

First off, before we talk about lessons, lets’ talk about me being a SMORON (not a typo, check out How I Met Your Mother Season 5 Episode 8 ‘The Playbook’).  So all those complaints that I made about the treadmill and how my distances didn’t seem right.  How I felt good but was only going 2.x KMs.  Well Beez, the treadmill works in MILES. Dumbass.  So those workouts where I was feeling slow, were actually 4KMs + and the pace was anywhere from 9:15 minutes/KM to 10:05 minutes/KM.  Well that makes me feel better…

So Saturday morning was my season debut in the BFL (Brantford Football League) and it was a lovely, although tough morning (Keilhauer 30th Anniversary Party Thursday and a stop at the Barb and Tim’s for their famous wing night). It was good to see everyone after the long offseason and the field was in great condition (frost still counts as great condition, although it was a tad fresh).  There is nothing like getting out first thing in the morning and getting out for some sprints and fresh air.

Overall it was a good day at work, I threw three touchdowns and caught the game winner on the last play (It was a nice little Stop-N-Go route that beat the corner).  Defence was a little shaky today, although I did have two pass defences (knock down a ball before the receiver can pull it in), but I did allow one TD.  I was having lots of trouble getting my head around to find the ball.

This is where the lesson comes in…

Now I was recruited by almost every University in Canada to play football (now, I’m not blowing my own horn here, just saying), but I ended up deciding that walking when I was 50 was going to be more important to me than playing ball. By the time I had stopped for my mid-Saturday nap, I was in a world of pain.  To go along with my uselessly F@cking STUPID ankle which feels like its jammed again, my right shoulder and upper back were on fire.  This continued straight through to this morning where my hips decided they didn’t want to be left out.

Surgery on this ankle is starting to seem like more and more of a necessity. Now before you ask if football is going to stop, save your breath.  Seriously at some point my body has to realize that I’m the Commander-in-Chief and what I say goes… Or it’s going to implode…

Beez

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