By any and all measures, I am in great shape for being 36 years old.
For starters, I’m a runner and a fairly competitive one at that. I can run a sub 5:30 mile, though I prefer the longer distance races such as the Birkie Trail 1/2 Marathon that Steph and I are planning on running this weekend. I practice martial-arts and self-defense several times a week. I haven’t driven a car to work in almost seven years – biking when possible, walking in the winter. My diet is mostly vegetarian with a healthy dose of local, organic meats.
So, by all accounts I’m in fantastic shape.
That is, if being and staying in great shape doesn’t kill me first.
Saturday – 7 mile run : I do something to tweak my ankle. It now takes ten or so steps before I can walk normally. Otherwise I look like Frankenstein’s monster. This may come in handy if it keeps up til Halloween.
Sunday – Ultimate Frisbee : While going up for a pass, I get bumped and land on my left side without any preparation or bracing. The leg is bruised along with the IT Band. This makes bending the leg rather painful.
Tuesday – Flag Football : Someone steps on my hand while I’m on the ground. With cleats. It takes two days until I can grip anything.
Thursday – Dinner : I bit through my tongue. Yes, through. Blood and bits all over. To make matters worse, dinner includes salsa.
I can’t wait to see what happens at the race this Saturday. Personally, I’m putting my money on being mauled by a bear or struck by a meteorite.