Rantings of the Crewcut Dad

Come enjoy the rantings of radio personality/comedian/actor/bon vivant Brian Noonan. Brian shares his unique and jaded views on family, pop culture,the suburban jungle and the world at large.

Friday, April 28, 2006

I'm Turning Into A Geezer

I never thought of myself as getting old. My mind is still full of child like/childish thoughts and I think that at times, I even have a certain joie de vivre. However, today as I sit here trying to write this, I feel like I'm about 90.

I'm going to keep this short. I'm also not going to whine or throw a pity party, but man, do I feel beat up. I've told you about the physical therapy I'm doing for my back. To my dismay, the therapists read those particular posts and are now exacting their revenge under the guise of helping me. Despite their best efforts, I have not quit and refuse to cry in their presence. I just bide my time, fighting through the pain and thinking " As soon as I'm more flexible, I'm dropping all of you with a flying scissor kick." They suspect nothing and will be completely surprised when my ninja-like attack happens.

I was told today that I'm more flexible then when I started. I better be for all the stretching I'm doing. My hamstrings are taking on the consistency of salt water taffy. I started to notice my knees aching last week. At first I didn't say anything for fear of being labeled a candy ass and having my manhood called into question. My entire body seemed to be getting worse. I finally broke down and told one of the pain vendors, and they looked at me with mock sympathy. "Oh yeah, you'll feel worse before you feel better." Then he started rambling on about muscles and tendons, but his soliloquy was drowned out by the sound of my blood boiling. It was like I was listening to Charlie Brown's teacher all the while picturing that sweet sweet scissor kick.

I'll have to come to terms with time taking it's toll on me. "Wife" and "Daughter" can laugh all they want when I make my "old man" sounds as I get out of chairs and bed. I won't be defeated. I'll keep rolling on my green exercise ball until my core can support the weight of ten men and my legs will allow me to leap tall leaf piles in a single bound. Then, when my leaping is at it's pinnacle....scissor kick! Have a great weekend. Later...Brian

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