I am usually competitive in my racquetball league, however I lost decisively last night. Two games and out. I played a very skilled racquetball player last night. I ran all over the court scrapping for every point I could earn.
And I went home, sweat stained and tired in all the right places. I went home happy.
I am not as good as I used to be.
But I cherish it more,
A stanza from the The CowBoy Junkies
No sense wasting the time you got,
You got to walk down every road
No sense pretending that you’re what you’re not,
When you got to shoulder every load
Oh to grow old together








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