I struggle with the 39 thing a lot. As a result I put myself in positions where I’m forced to attempt athleticism and replenished youth when I physically cannot pull it off. That cycle is what finds me suiting up tomorrow evening for a all-too-public flag football game. I haven’t played with the Sunday Gang in over 9 months and my foray into basketball was abysmal. Yet, here I go again. Why, I ask myself? Because deep down inside I think it is too easy to let go of the person you want to be, and we ought to never settle for what direction life pushes us in. Believe me, it pushes real hard.
I’m just talking about the physical stuff here; about the result of choices made and habits formed. One day you wake up and realize 20 years of cupcakes and lemon bread was a really stupid idea. You think about making healthy choices now, but habit is a bitch. I mean nicotine, thats a physical addictive. The body craves it. Still, I’m a biofeedback guy. My body is a chump, but my mind… Yeah my mind is 3 pounds of electro-stimulated bad-assery. It pushes my body around the way Tyson used to manhandle punks in the ring. It tells me that I can or can’t and changing that momentum is hard work. Of course, this is the same brain that sabotages me and tells me I’m lazy, so there’s that.
I can still win though. I can still hurl myself in the path of utter humiliation and through this possible Epic Fail find a new momentum–a drive to be at my best physically… or at least shed the man boobs.