Man... when I think back on those days.
I was fast.
I was strong.
I was invincible.
I was strong.
I was invincible.
So I took the challenge - one day of reliving the glory days...
It took three minutes on the treadmill to realize I can't run the 7 minute mile pace without training anymore.
It took one run in with a goalie to realize I am not as big as he is.
It took a half a flight of stairs to recognize air is a precious thing.
My conclusion... I should pack away the glory days with the pictures and worry about what is in front of me:
the injuries of reliving the glory days
