Every Sunday morning for the past 15 years a group of grown adult men have met at a rink in NW Calgary to play some hockey. Over the years some newcomers have come and gone but the core group has remained...but it does mean that the core group is aging ....way faster than we all want to admit.
Today's skate ...the first after the onslaught of Christmas turkey and other goodies was a little slower than most other weeks ...but as enjoyable as always.
Hockey is a passion to so many of us who regardless of what level we played to as young men ...we just can't seem to give up. If you had told me 30 years ago I would still be playing every weekend at my current age ...I fear I may have laughed it off as highly impossible.
But there we were this morning going end to end still thinking we have speed and finesse ...still thinking our passes are tape to tape and still laughing as plays are made ...or not made ...depending on your point of view.
Today was just another typical day until the very end of the game ...just as the buzzer went to signify our ice time was over ...I caught an edge and fell on my ass. No issue ...no damage done ...or that's what I thought.
As I attempted to stand up my back spasmed and I could barely move.
The old hockey Gods had not smiled on me ...
I struggled out of my gear ...stood as best I could in the shower and then made my way home where a quick trip to the medicine cabinet provided me with the required pain killers.
Despite my momentary set back today, 2011 has to be the year I finally turn around my health issues. I need to focus on getting by all the distractions of the divorce and lose some weight ...eat healthier and rediscover my desire to be outdoors.
The pain I feel today simply reminds me that I am still alive.
And I love the fact that the game I love so much sent me a reminder ...to get of my ass and make it happen.
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