Some little old lady stole my knees. I didn’t see her do it, but I can tell she did, just the same.<\/p>\n
How, you ask?<\/p>\n
Because she left behind her knees when she took mine!<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Nothing too taxing for a 32-year-old.<\/p>\n
But tonight I found myself hobbling around the Burrow and standing gingerly in the shower with a particularly achy knee.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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!)<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
But first I have to figure out who took my back and left me with this stiff one…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-579","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n