“When you wake up feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelin’ old!”

~Wilco, WYWFO


Making it through the day today will not be without a soundtrack of groans and whining. This body is sore past the point of comprehension. I am pressing my mind to find a time when I was any more sore and I can’t come up with one. Not even in the days of the 100m dash or when I had to swim in a sweatshirt and jeans back in the days of the swim team.

Its that kind of sore that puts you in that perpetual sleepy state. Monday is a daze. Merely shifting your weight in the chair, trading crossed legs, makes you wince. Soreness currently laughs in the face of 3 Advil. "Take that, you overdose of anti-inflammatories! You are no match for me!"

But it was well-earned. Yesterday, I learned to wakeboard on Lake Travis. It was a gorgeous day outside, but not nearly warm enough to be wakeboarding without a wetsuit, which is what our crazy selves were doing. It probably didn’t help the soreness, all the shivering and shaking; Goosebumps too.

In typical fashion, I was first out of the boat and into the crisp water. The difference in temperature inside and outside the water was maybe 10 degrees and that’s pushing it. And really, I did fine until the wind picked up. That’s when the teeth started chattering and the face-plants started.

But there were a few good times when I got up and stayed up long enough to realize that I was, in fact, wakeboarding and had gone over the wake, smiled, and then smacked the water hard enough to rattle the contacts in my eyes. Ouch!

I’ve also got a large inaugural bruise on my shin that is a bit of a mystery. But it was incredible fun and I’ll do it again despite the fact that I feel about 80 years old today.

I wonder how Limey is fairing…