mostly it's the ego

Of course, I still have the residual aches and pains from the race yesterday, and I had forgotten to mention there was also some serious chaffing going on just below the famous RT ball sack. But mostly it's the ego today. Today I realized that at the tender age of 31, I have maxed out on whatever physical fitness potential I may have had. So it's over. From now on in I'm going to be sore at the mere thought of a work out or even going to church. The next thing to go will probably be my fingers and I'll then be able to document (read: complain) finger arthritis as I'm typing. Oh no, and then there will be kids. Chasing young 'ens around, with reckless abandon and then quietly whispering to Wifey each night where the pain is.