Wake Up. Shred.
Footbag for 2 hours yesterday with two people whose cumulative age is my age plus 6. Sweet pain today. Pain like I haven’t known since playing in Washington Square Park in NYC way back in the day…1997-98. The weekends were: 8 hour shift, pounding pavement, me no walk down subway steps so good, dirty, dirty, home. Wake up. Repeat. Miss that.