act your age ...

on the way to work today ~ had a bit of a "hmmm ... now, i wonder" moment.

You see, this morning I feel sore ... sore in ways that hetero men shouldn't really be sore. My first thought was, of course, what a drag it is getting old. You know, the aches and crackles of a body breaking down from wear n' tear and abuse both physical and chemical.

Pain.


But then, on off chance, deep in the brainbasket - someone undusted memories of earlier athleticism, shining them up to bring out for inspection.

And inspect them i did.

memories of bleeding teenage feet from running too hard, too quickly. memories of post-adolescent days spent in agony after foolish distances covered. memories of a hobbled, pain-laced body pushing itself up from bed each morning, hoping to be able to do it again.

i need help.

for it is patently obvious, i am and always have been ~ a pain junky.

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And so, this morning's aches after racing my bicycle yesterday are perhaps less father time tapping me over the shoulder as reminder ... but instead, the sweet, awaited for pull-out of the needle.