February 15th, The Rundown

Good morning! Today is Monday, February 15th and I am in excruciating pain. So perhaps the cheery welcome was a bit forced. Or an exaggeration. Ok, it was an outright lie.  I confess.

Whatever, I need to find the truck that ran me down Saturday night. When I can move again, someone will be interrogated with tactics the likes of which would make Sayid proud.  Much like the threat of "wait until your father gets home," you should be very, very scared.

Until then I'll just have to keep bottles of Motrin and water nearby. 

To recap for those of you who weren't involved in the rundown; Saturday night my (so-called) friends and (ex) son and his friends asked me to play basketball with them during a youth night outing at the Howell Armory.  Like prey sensing danger, my head perked up.  Ears twitching, I scanned the horizon for the nearest escape but I was surrounded.  Rather than creating a frenzy with the scent of fear, I agreed. I should have just took a knee and let them devour me, it would have been less painful. 

Having played basketball through elementary, middle, junior high and high school, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.  As a starting forward, our high school team was always very good, in fact we won the state championship in 1984 and always had very successful teams until I graduated.  It used to be part of my identity, my passion.  I was an ATHLETE for pity's sake.  No teenage boys were going to intimidate ME!  Plus, I was on the awesome new running plan, I was getting FIT.

Oh how the mirages of the past so quickly fade in the harsh heat of reality...

To spare myself the repetition of the ugly details, lets just say the last 20 years have not been good to my muscles. Or heart, or lungs...Several times I had fleeting thoughts of whether or not there was a defibulator on the premises.  Just in case.

And then, THEN, I was talked into going swimming on Sunday afternoon.  "It's good for sore muscles," I was told.  "Soothing."  "Relaxing."  Right. 

Sap that I am, again I listened.  And swam.  And played some water basketball with my (ex) (did I mention that?) son and friends.  WHEN will I learn?

So here I am today--typing gingerly, popping Motrin and guzzling water just to be able to call my pain excruciating. Someone (besides me) is going to pay for this fiasco.  Mark my words.  Heads will roll--just as soon as I can move.

If I can just give you one little piece of advice; don't let 20 years pass between you and the state championship.  It's just not worth the pain of trying to get back in shape.  Take my word for it. 

Until next time...keep running.  Seriously.  Don't EVER stop.  EVER.

Kasey