Oh baby Jesus, please end this pain!

Oh dear lord!

For some reason, I accepted an invitation to play basketball with two of my youthful and energetic friends, Toly and Cody. Keep in mind that I haven't played b-ball (other than wheelchair b-ball) in probably two decades, and that starting up with two guys who are 13 years my junior is what we call in the business "a terrible decision."

I was really no factor in the crazy three-man game we played, a game known by the enigmatic title "33." As you can guess, we played till someone reached 33. I think that the closest I got was like 15 or something, which is pretty good considering that my feet only left the ground once and it felt like I had two separate and distinct heart attacks as we played. The lads were nice and didn't make me feel too badly about my lackluster performance.

When we were done, I hurried home to go bike riding with three of my friends. We covered 12 miles, which normally wouldn't bother me too much; however, tonight, after the first mile, I was really feeling it. Evidently 75 minutes of basketball before a ride doesn't agree with me! There were stretches where I really doubted that I could make it, but never underestimate the strength of shame. I climbed ever hill just a little bit behind everyone else.

We finally finished; I showered up, and then the pain began. Every muscle from my thighs down to my toes (really!) has been cramping up for the past two hours. It feels quite horrible. As soon as I'm done here, I simply must away for a handful of Advil...or maybe just good ol' Tylenol. MMMMMM....so tasty!

People, I am dying!! I am practically begging for sweet, sweet release from that cute lil' baby Jesus, and you expect me to blog! I have already said too much! Just watch this video until tomorrow when I will make a major annoucement.