My body started falling apart well before I turned 30. However, it didn't seem to really impact me until the big THREE-OH hit. Before 30, I could talk about how jacked-up my feet were from that last run.....and then head downstairs to log another 10 miles. I could show-off the bruises from where my snowboard hit me in the back of the neck (Yes, it's possible for your snowboard to hit you in the back of the neck. TRUST ME.).....and then jump on the lift for another run down the mountain. But, NOW????? Now, I'm lucky if I even have the energy to talk about what hurts. Not to mention, con my aching body into doing the same shit a second time.
It's always something. Bloody toes halfway thru a marathon, followed by a few missing toenails a week later. A "bad" knee that hurts if I look at it wrong, and a "good" knee that swells until my jeans won't let it swell any more. A right hamstring that doesn't allow me to lower myself to the toilet seat like a normal person, and a bone spur on my left foot that makes me lace up my running shoes like a 3 year-old. Two black toenails, with one being so bad that I performed my own surgery on it involving hot water, Epsom salt, a lighter, 2 red-hot needles, and enough blood to make my children queasy. And, we can't forget about the "growth" that has taken up residence in my sinus cavity and the inflamed ligament that connects the Top of Me to the Bottom of Me. (I would also mention the permanent blister on my right thumb, if it wasn't for the fact that it's caused by me holding the curling iron incorrectly. That's just plain stupid.) My feet, my knees, my head........What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right??? Man, I freaking hope so. Because after the week I've had, I could quite possibly take the podium in a StrongMan Competition.