At what age should you stop trying stupid shit? Some may say 5, others may say never. i am 32 and to recap a few highlights of this year's 'trying stupid shit' (TSS) failures:
1) a new scar to add to the many that grace my ankles and shins from a less than successful landing on an attempted ollie shuvit up a gap at the indoor skatepark...
2) 3 cracked ribs earned while attempting to improve on my 1 goal a game streak in indoor soccer... while jumping to head a cross the goalie had other plans for me...
3) injured absolutely every part of my body after a saboteur over-waxed an inclined box i was attempting to slide my snowboard down, resulting in my feet completely slipping out from under me... my thigh, ass, and lower back hitting the box corner followed by my back, shoulders, and neck hitting the snow below... knocking the wind out of me...
Prior to this weekend's TSS i awoke twice during the night last week with my knee completely locked up and required a heating pad to straighten it out. i have bad knees due to genetics. i could baby them and possibly still be able to use them into old-age. Or, i could push them as hard as i can, possibly at the expense of ease-of-mobility if i survive to those grey haired years.
What good would walking around on shaky knees be as an old man if as i looked back i had no stories to tell. As i squint and grind my teeth in pain over the next few days every time i move anything more than my fingers i am constantly reminded (as i was by my brother who also fell) that i am still alive.
Now i'm not going to go all Evel Knievel (RIP), but their is a necessary balance. We have such a small amount of time here and i would hate to think that i had wasted it sitting on the couch. For now i'm going to make sure i get all the vitamins and mineral i need to heal up so i can try some more stupid shit (and thank God for heating pads and Advil).
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