I remember the days when I didn’t have to worry about being out of breath or slow to get back into the groove of anything. I could run and play and frolic with no concerns whatsoever. What the hell happened to all of that?

Yesterday evening, I played a few games of 1-on-1 basketball against my roommate, James. Granted, it’s been almost ten months since I’ve played an actual game of basketball and my fractured rib still isn’t 100% healed, but that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow the results. We played three games and I lost all three. It wasn’t just rust, it was lack of stamina and a complete lack of comfort on the court that got me. I was a mess. I was out of breath and completely out of tune with my own body. It was almost embarrassing.

I miss those good old days. The days of being 16 and having infinite stamina and being completely invincible.