The Painful Side of Nostalgia
I woke up today feeling pounded, yet fresh.
Inspired by revisiting my tales of youth, and 2004 mixtapes recreated in Spotify, over the past four days I played basketball (and tennis-cricket) ran 4 kilometres (across 72 hours) and bench-pressed my own bodyweight 19 times (over 4 sets of ten reps). These are all impressive numbers for post-thirty Brad. Perhaps it was that line of nostalgia I snorted, perhaps it is a sign that my latest back/hamstring rehab approach is starting to make a difference. (Cattle prodding my taint did not help. Shocker…)
I figured if I ever wanted to run or play basketball again in my life I needed to start again before I got really old and started writing reflections of my immature mid-thirties journal entries.
Move it or lose, they say. I have done both.