I Am Not 20 Years Old

Yesterday I got up about 5:45 AM. This is not unusual as most of the time I am up that early. It is the time of day that I love the most, nice light, calm, not to much noise except for those fu-king crows who like to scream an and yell at 5AM almost every morning. Boy if I had a gun I would ............... Sorry I got a little carried away.

 Well any who off to spin class for a really hard workout.  My legs, by the end of the workout, were screaming.

OK finished with that I  headed home to rest my weary body.......but no my bud Jim says "How about some golf ?" Well I don't no......OK.
So off to play 9 holes, not riding in a golf cart, but lugging a bag of clubs and 500 golf balls, that I have found on many courses from hitting  90% of my shots from the deep woods.

At the  end of the ninth hole you finish by climbing a Everest like hill to the parking lot.  My legs are now killing me.  And off to my home to rest.

Home at last and waiting for 6PM for 1 hour and a half of tennis practice with my USTA teammates.  Oh boy, am I looking forward to running around for 1and a half hours on these tired legs.  And I was not disappointed, as the tennis pro first word to me was , "Uncle Willie you are going to work on serving and volley, which I never do.  So here I go, serve the ball, rush the net over and over and over  again.....and sweating like a cat in a Chinese restaurant .

But I make it and headed home.  On the couch now and feeling every joint in my old body. I watched the "Killing", the best program on TV in a long time.  After I started to watch another program I fell a sleep in a matter of seconds. When I woke up at 1:30 AM and headed for the bedroom, I was all of a sudden walking like Boris Karloff's Frankenstein, unable to hinge my joints.

"Arugggggggggh Exercise No Good."

"Me hurt"

"Me should act age."

"Me will do it again."

"Me no learn."