Remember back in my introductory column when I talked about being all middle-aged and stuff? Yeah, that means from time to time those little aches and pains become big aches and pains and lately my occasionally troublesome left knee has decided to be a big old pain in the butt, so I’ve gone from being über-current to sitting around on a beautiful Saturday editing video.
So while this is only my third weekend off (after jumping almost constantly throughout May and June) I’m itching to get back to it. Since the next Fifth Wheel camp is next weekend, I’m lying low this weekend despite wanting to be in the air – my knee’s feeling better and re-aggravating it the week before camp would not be a cool thing for me or the team!
When you’re young and (feel) bulletproof, it’s easy to just ignore those nagging pains and power through it. I’m here to tell you that middle age (at least in my body) is when all those aches and pains you powered through come back and bite you in the ass (or the knee, or the shoulder, or the elbow, or whatever joint is making itself known on any given day).
For me, it becomes a constant battle to show up to my trainer three mornings a week. While I know that it’s good for me and I know that the stronger I keep my muscles, the better it is for my joints, it also just happens to fucking HURT right now. It’s hard to keep the long-term picture in mind when right now what I want so very very much is to sit on the couch or stay in bed!
But I do show up since I want very much to keep playing, and playing hard, at least as hard as I can. Between me, my trainer, my acupuncturist, and my massage therapist, we’re working hard to keep this machine working and thriving (hey, I hear you laughing about the acupuncture… sure it’s kinda woo-woo, but I’m here to say that shit works!).
In the meantime, as I wait for next weekend’s camp, I’m amusing myself by watching and editing team video for both our “best of” and our blooper reel. And since I’m lucky enough to live about a half an hour away from the tunnel, I was able to get a little freefall fix by hopping hop into the windy tube with my team on Wednesday to compete in the NSL tunnel league with my friends in the NCSL.
Besides, complaining about only three weekends off is a very California problem to have… I”m sure my readers who live in places with actual seasons are playing me a sad song on a very very tiny violin right now.