NaBloPoMo 2009 Day 3 — Nearing the end
So I played some softball tonight. We’ve played in the fall and the spring for several years now (except for the one season the manager forgot to send in the registration on time). I enjoy playing. We’re in the playoffs. Usually, we’d be done by now, but the weather has not cooperated on a number of Tuesday nights this fall. We won the first game tonight and lost the second. The second time in the double-elimination playoffs that we’ve had to do this. I’ve learned something over the course of the 2 doubleheaders this season. I am really getting old. Not only does my body not want to play two games in one night, but it makes me pay the next two days following. So I am not looking forward to the pain I will be in tomorrow and Thursday (over-the-counter pain relievers only go so far!).
Not only was tonight the last softball game of the season, but it was also the last one I’ll play in my 30s. By the time the spring season rolls around, I will have crossed that threshold of the big 4-0. “They” say that 40 is the new 30. But I remember when I was 30. I was still playing 90-minute soccer matches then. These softball games last an hour, and one hour leads to a day-and-a-half recovery that I never had at 30 after soccer. So “they” are liars!
I don’t have any real issues with the prospect of turning 40. I know my body has issues with it, but my mind likes to think that I am still 18 at times. (I’m not proud of that necessarily, but at least something in me is trying to defy the passage of time.)
At 40, I’ll have a 4-year-old. When my Dad was 40, I was graduating from high school. I think that is just the era we live in. I know so many parents who are older. In fact, I went to K-Man’s fall party last week at school, and the majority of the parents in the room would remember the 70s and 80s from personal experience, not from the History Channel or some decades music special on VH1. (In fact, they know that the “VH” in VH1 stands for “Video Hits” and that the channel once played videos 24-7.) Many times at Kee’s activities, I am more surprised when the parents are in their 20s. All that to say that I think K-Man is helping keep us young. Even when my body may want to rebel, I can push through it to watch him enjoy himself with some activity.
So I may be nearing the end of my 30s, but I ain’t dead yet!