The aches and pains of 33,..

Age.  A reality, a concept, a state of being (potency) that we all must accept.  This week, this reality reared its ugly head and kicked me straight in the ass!  Well actually in the ribs.  Being a personal trainer has its high points and low points, this time it had its 'reality bites' points.  Two fridays ago,..I decided to spar(jiu jitsu) (not a problem) with a dude 50lbs of muscle bigger than me.  (Big problem)  I won,..but after coughing blood, took a trip to the emergency room and the x-rays showed two cracked ribs...6 weeks of recovery, in week 2...ughhhh...Btw,..did I mention that I did win,.tapped him with an ankle lock....just sayin'.....

St Jude (Patron Saint of hopeless causes)  Ora pro nobis...