I got old this weekend. Oh, don't get me wrong. I felt it coming. A broken leg, torn ankle tendon, two dislocated shoulders, a plethora of bad ankle sprains, wrist sprain, three surgeries, more crutches and casts than I can remember, and a left knee that feels like it has sand in it has been more than adequate for a warning. Even with all that it was still a sudden and depressing realization I was as good physically as I was ever going to get. No wait, I had BEEN as good as I was going to get. No more pipe dreams about "well, if I work just a bit harder, maybe rehab just a bit different, and get that next surgery" that things will be OK. Nope, this was it. Injury and age will keep me from deluding myself into believing I can reach my athletic goals.
So that begs the question....what now?
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