Some little old lady stole my knees. I didn’t see her do it, but I can tell she did, just the same.

How, you ask?

Because she left behind her knees when she took mine!

I mean, I just played an hour or so of volleyball today at the company picnic and followed it up — several hours later — with an hour-long bike ride.

Nothing too taxing for a 32-year-old.

But tonight I found myself hobbling around the Burrow and standing gingerly in the shower with a particularly achy knee.

It didn’t help that at one point during the game I was chasing after a ball and part of me went one way and part of me the other. Nor that I neglected to warm up before we started, really.

But 14 (wow!) years ago, when I was a college volleyball player, neither of those things would have caused me to limp longer than 5 or 10 minutes. (My tendency to run into solid, immobile objects, like bleachers, on the other hand, might have caused me a trip to the ER, but that was only once, I swear!)

Tonight, though, I’m just going to have to limp after that little old lady who’s running around with my perfectly good pair of knees.

But first I have to figure out who took my back and left me with this stiff one…