Do you know what really sucks?
The point in your life when you finally realize that no matter what you do, how you act, what you think, or how you live, you are getting old.
Yeah, I am at that point and it sucks.
Last Friday I flew up to Seattle to help a friend with an addition to his house. This particular friend is part of a group of friends that I have had since way back to 4th grade. We all keep in touch, and try to get together at least once a year. So when he called saying he was trying to get a guys weekend together I was ready to go. He let us know that he was asking us up to help with his house and also to have some fun.
I really like doing remodel work so this was going to be a great weekend. He hired builders to come in and do everything except the floor, painting and trim work. There was going to be 6 of us up there to help so we figured it would go by really fast.
It took us about 6 hours on Friday to get the Pergo floors done. It wasnt that big of a room, only about 600 sq feet, but we split up on floor and painting. I have officially been given my pornstar name by my friends as "Pounder". I had one guy cutting and placing the first set of boards on the left while the other two guys cut and placed the right side boards. I charged through all the middle boards, placed them, locked them in, pounded them tight, and made sure we were even on both ends.
The bonus to this particular day of work is the fact that people in Seattle have a strong fear of air conditioners. "It only gets warm a few weeks out of the year, you dont need one." Well let me tell you something Mr. THEY LIE! Friday turned out to be one of the hottest days they have had up there all year, and there was no AC. Imagine this...6 guys all doing flooring and painting in a room with no AC and 98 outside. The meat packing plant by my house stood a better chance of winning a pleasing oder compitition than the 6 of us.
So after we finished the floor we decided to call it a day for work. We got the volleyball net set up and proceeded to play 9 games of ball.
This is the point in the story when I can tell you that the next morning when I woke up I had an apiphany. It hit me like a 2 ton brick. There was no way to describe the horror I felt, the soul shattering knowledge:
I am officially old.
I hurt in parts of my body I didnt even know had the ability to hurt. It took me 25 minutes just to crawl my way out of bed and to the shower. The best part was knowing that we still had the baseboards, and trim work to go as well as moving all the excercize equipement into the room. I was going to need a long hot shower and a jug of Advil.
So you would think that after the experience of waking up in that kind of pain I would have relaxed after we were done moving everything in. Oh no, my mind was not going to let my body decide when I was old. 9 more games of volleyball!!!!!
It is now Thursday of the following week and I am STILL sore.
Old age sucks!
1 comment:
Dude, you just need to redefine what it means to be old. When I see you drinking coffee with dinner--not after dinner or with dessert, but WITH dinner, you will officially be old. Until then, you can still use the Vulcan mind trick on yourself.
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