Yesterday afternoon, my son wanted to race me. He has been wanting to do this for some time. I finally gave him the opportunity yesterday. I gave him a head start and when the began, I thought I was going to explode off the line and catch him easily. Instead, it felt like I had a rope with a parachute plus a 45 lb. weight tied around my waist. I was surprised at how slow I felt I was going. On top of that, a few steps into the sprint, I felt a tug in my groin and had to pull up with a pulled groin. PATHETIC!!!
I am slow and I got hurt. It's a sad realization to the fact that I am getting older. I cried myself to sleep last night and woke up with red puffy eyes.