You Gotta Be Tough to Get Old
On the bedstand: Guess.Coming through the speakers: Tonight I’ll be Staying Here with You by Bob Dylan
Geez… getting old sucks. The worst part? It never gets better.I've recently been self-diagnosed with a case of plantar fasciitis. Recent meaning three months ago. Still no running. Still "healing."I check online for the “prognosis.” Just keep off your feet and in 90% of all cases, it’ll be gone in a year. A year?! A YEAR?!? That’s just stupid. I don’t have time for that. Age gives a whole new meaning to the term “walking it off,” in that you don’t just “walk it off.” I mean, you’d have to be able to walk, right?!This is the first time in my life I’ve been afflicted with the dreaded injury. It never really felt like the sharp needles through my heels so many liken it to. For me it was more like a dull, persistent pain on the back of my foot. Until I tried to start running at least.Since not much can be done about it, I’ve started swimming again. The strange thing though is I kinda like it. I’m getting to the point where I kinda know what I’m doing. Like, I did a flip-turn for the first time last week. Like, the real kind. Not the kind I was doing before.Of course later that week, I pulled my abdomen while doing situps, which kept me from flipping against the wall. Never did I think a pulled abdomen would be something I'd have to worry about. I'm telling you... getting old suuuuuuuucks.That said, I’m already thinking about joining a swim club. The biggest bummer about not being able to run is I miss the camaraderie. I miss the competition. I mean, that was my whole plan on how to meet people here in Dublin!I gave up on swim team after about a week at the age of 6. It might be time to revisit that decision.