So yesterday I turned 42. A milestone for
those that are fans of Douglas Adams. There will be a party this year, we just
ran out of time to do it near my birthday. It’s likely this year’s Spit and
Swallow will acquire a theme. I won’t reveal too much now, but the number and
the author are significant.
If happen to be a facebook friend, you’ll
already likely be aware of the little gift that I got from soccer on the
weekend.
We played a cup round in soccer a week ago
and it was a tough day at the office. Not only did we go down 6 zip, but I
walked off feeling my age. Now I often walk off tired and a bit sore, but last
week, for some reason, it just seemed to bloody hurt. I’ve been through worse
though and so soldiered on, took the bike up to Eagle on the Hill on the
holiday Monday and then ran out soccer training.
It’s probably the first time that I’ve
really showed up to a game seeming still sore (in a general muscle soreness
kind of way) from the activity of the week before the game. It was something of
an ordinary game, giving up a goal too early, playing down to the opposition’s
level and losing a man to a red card (undeserved) with a good 30 minutes to go
in the second half.
It meant for a lot of hard work and I knew
that it was going to hurt at the end of the game, but I really wasn’t expecting
to take out someone’s elbow with my face. It certainly left me with more of a
memory of the game for my birthday than what I was expecting!
If I thought I was feeling my age last
week, I was really feeling it yesterday!
