Sometimes 49 is NOT the new 39!

     

     Contrary to popular belief, 40, nor any derivative of it, is not the new 30.
And in my case specifically, 49 is NOT the new 39!
I discovered this wonderful truth about 2 weeks ago, while helping my daughter Abi, work on her Lacrosse skills. We were out at her usual field of play,  trying to get "really real" with the conditioning, in preparation for the coming season. In the 14 years of Abi's existence, I've always prided myself on being completely supportive and involved in her activities, and Lacrosse was no exception. Unfortunately, I'm 14 years older than I was when she entered this world, and not quite the spring chicken I was then. In the midst of returning a ball to her, I attempted to run and throw at the same time, tripped on the Astro-Turf (Do they still call it Astro-Turf?) and fell, jamming my elbow up into the top right side of my ribcage, tearing the cartilage in that area.
Oh well, Just torn cartilage, I thought I'd broken 2 ribs AND my arm, so a little torn cartilage should be nothing. Wrong. I was out of work for a week, and was so jacked up on pain meds I can barely remember the week. Nice, nice. 
As soon as I recover from this, I'm on a comeback tour.
Oh, it's gonna happen,
Or I'll die tryin'.
Over and out.