Getting old is enough to kill a man

I am officially getting old. I've seen the signs coming for the past year or two now. I stay sore a little longer, my joints start to ache a little, and I can often feel deaths cold hand creeping over me. Well the last one might have been an exaggeration but today I really do feel old. I threw my back out for the first time and let my tell you that I feel bad for thinking adults were just being wimps when 'their backs hurt'. The lack of sympathy is no more, I can now completely empathize.

I have been pretty rough on my body these past couple of weeks but come on I'm only twenty years old. I guess I better start going to bed at like seven o'clock like an old person. While I'm at it I might as well just shrivel up and die already. If you can't tell, this is really a traumatic event for me. One moment I felt young and spry as I attempted to frolic across the street in front of my house to go retrieve my disc and the next I was doubled over on the ground wondering what the poop happened. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what happened because I never thought I would throw out my back at this age.

Well whats done is done and I guess there isn't much to do except accept the facts of life. Next time I think about taking a nice frolic across the street I might have to think twice:) I wonder what will happen when hit up the ski slopes if I can't even make it across the road.....

BTW I got a new Coldplay album today, ''Prospekt's March", and am in love for the moment.