I turned 32 on Monday. Typically, people become reflective on their birthdays. They begin to examine their lives and question whether or not they are making the most with the few years they have on this planet. I don't go that far, I just feel old. I'm well aware that 32 is technically young and that I have my whole life in front of me, but my body is telling me just the opposite. I'm reminded of that country song that goes, "if I could write a letter to me..." The premise is about the advice that an older version would give to a younger version of the same self. The first thing I would tell my young self would be not to listen to all those crazy coaches that told me to sacrifice my body. What kind of crazy advice is that? You're 13 years old, don't sacrifice your body, you only get one! As I am barely able to roll out of bed each morning with all my creeks and snaps and pops, I would just like to say thank you to all my crazy coaches I had over the years. Maybe I should send them my medical bills ;)
Posted on Wednesday, June 4, 2008
by Dave Branham
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