It has become rather apparent that my age is catching up with me. I recently boke my left arm between the shoulder and elbow when I got launched by my 3 year old thoroughbred. There was a time in my life that I could have rolled right back onto my feet and leaped right back on the horse. Not this time around.
I remember laying there with my head under the fence thinking "Something is wrong." I asked why the dirt was floating under my hand. Amazing what a little shock can do for you. I wasn't even in any kind of pain at that point. Yeah, not till the nurse at the ER started moving things around to get the sweatshirt off me. OWWWWwwww... really I'm not a wus but crud that hurt.
Now I'm on physical therapy or should we say physical terror. Soreness and pain are now a way of life. Ah well, you don't get extra points for going into heaven with a pristine body. I plan on sliding in sideways yelling "What a ride."...