Let me start this by saying that age or - perhaps more accurately - how we feel about our age, is relative. So I totally get it when anybody over 40 rolls their eyes when I claim to be ‘getting old’ at the age of 31.
But I do feel old. In fact, this - right now today - is the oldest I’ve ever been in my life. That’s science.
So what does age have to do with the Spartan Race Sprint Event I’m heading towards on August 1st. Well, as I’ve confessed in prior posts, I don’t like the gym. As a result I play sports to stay in shape. Primarily it’s soccer, but I’ll mix in pick-up hoops or tennis whenever possible.
The problem with all this, is that playing these sports tears my body down. When I was younger, the recovery took minutes - now it takes days. A two-hour soccer session, while literally the best cardio I can get, renders me useless for half the week. I’m quickly coming to the realization that I need less tearing down (playing) and more building-up (gym).
This realization is awful. At 17, I could play soccer twice a day every day, never stretch and still be good to go.
So here I am at 31, and I definitely ain't as good as I once was. Come August 1st at Spartan Race, we'll find out if - like country music star Toby Keith famously said - I can still be as good once as I ever was.