I Must Be Getting Old

I think I must be getting older. There is no doubt, but recently I have really been taking some hits to by body, and I am aching and creaking all the time. This morning, getting out of bed was terrible. I was really in bad shape, and I didn't do anything yesterday to warrant the soreness this morning.

I play soccer a few times a week, although that will increase now that the Fall is coming and the leagues start up again. I think part of the problem is that I don't stretch enough before, of after, practise or a game. I think I need to be better at that. It will help I am sure.

I think I also need a vacation. You know, somewhere where I can get away from everything except my wife. Yes, that means Jack, too, but not because he is a big issue (he is awesome) but because my batteries were already running low when he was born, and since then it has been pretty hard.

I think I would like to go to somewhere hot. Yes, maybe an island resort. Somewhere like the Bahamas would be very nice indeed. This would be cool, but Steph is a afraid of sharks, so she would not go into the water at all. That's okay. We could just sit on the sand drinking coronas. How cool would that be?