Round 1 K.O.

What the heck happened to me? I just got beat up by my own punching bag. Thank goodness my mind and spirit are relatively sharp cause I'm like an old man physically. I was wasting time as usual in between writing for the forums and the art sites, getting semi-ready to go to the gym at 9. When I'm in a mood that involves pasing around the appartment I usually end up taking shots at the weightbag in the computer room. I've had since I was a kid and over the years have made great use of it. I do not remember a time though that the bag won, aside from today. It wasn't the first time I lost to an inanimate object mind you, once a tree and once the wall of a hallway, but still. It's embarrassing. =)

I remember a day that I was able to crouch or kneel down and stay in that position for hours. Or hang and flip around on a tree or park jungle gym. I even remember a time when I could walk all day and only get blisters on my feet and a decent sunburn. I remember skiing for hours on end and then going home to stay up carelessly running around the neighborhood as if I had just put a brand new set of batteries in. I remember being in shape for no reason and having mostly blond or dirty blond hair. *sigh* I'm getting old. I'm sure it is a relative thing. For those older than me I am young and for those younger I am old. I understand that, but still, from where I'm sitting young men do not lose a fist fight to a weight bag.

So yea, there I layed in from of the swaying bag in defeat. Waiting for the pain to subside while thinking, "This is just sad." Long gone are the days of external youth, but thankfully I laughed deep at the thought of ageing and the pain running from hand to shoulder. I'll sleep easy tonight knowing my age is bound up in my body, but not my spirit. Truly that is the one place age can truly kill. When it gets inside and takes your joy. Saping the life out of a man/woman.

Ok, well it's time for the gym now and break something else. ^_^ Have a great night.