Weekend Warrior Wake-up

Captain’s Log.  Daddy Chronicles.  Diaper Date 2062.  I am no spring chicken.  This is a hard thing for The Captain to admit.  I am reminded of the song “100 Years” by Five for Fighting.  There is a part that goes –

I’m 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I’m of age
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

While 33 is in the rearview already, the idea that I am losing my prime is becoming more evident.  I am the same age as some very proficient athletes- Kobe and Jeter to name two.  Both are battling age and injuries.  And for the first time, I am as well. 

I pulled a hamstring.  Playing softball. 

This has to be one of the signs of the midlife apocalypse.  Maybe the Mayans were right.  Maybe they were just talking about my world.  Maybe they knew that 2012 would be the last year that I would feel spry.  Maybe they knew that a sports car was in my future. 

Maybe that part is just wishful thinking. 

Or maybe it is time to reevaluate the way that I take care of myself.  Maybe I actually need to stretch.  Maybe I need to eat a few more veggies some veggies.  Maybe I need to go on walks/runs. 

Like the song says – I might be this age for a “moment”, but I plan on enjoying it even as I limp to my classroom in the morning and my students snicker at me. 

Maybe I am developing an early midlife crisis.  Or maybe it has already started and I just got the invitation. 

At any rate, I am going to ice my hammy.  I am going to take my vitamins, say my prayers, and do my training.  And next Sunday I might even stretch.  In the meantime, I am going to shave and reduce the gray hair on my face and maybe Father Time will card me before he sends another strained muscle my way. 

How do you turn back the clock?  Leave me a comment below or shoot me a tweet – @acjlist.  I would love to know. 

For now…

Captain, OUCH – I think I strained my typing hand.  

Captain Out.