Every morning when I get out of bed and head down the hall, my knees and ankles sound like popcorn over a hot stove top. My lower back hurts a lot, and my body gets pretty sore every day. Boo hoo.
In short, I'm getting older. I have no Super Bowl rings or endorsement contracts to balance the scales. Boo hoo.
At 72, I have to say that God has been better to me than I deserve. I still play rec basketball 2 to 4 times a week. My left knee is arthritic to a small degree, my right a little less, but they bother me more while running more than a couple of miles (repetitive motion) than playing ball.
As long as Mr. Happy is good, I’m good.