Getting Old

I'm getting old.  It's one of those things that doesn't happen overnight (it's a long process), but when you begin to realize it...boy does it suck...

I started to really feel it this year during Baseball season.  I'm a coach for the Boys' Little League team.  For some reason, I ended up with the job of working with the Pitchers, so I spent large amounts of time in a "Crouching Catcher" (not Crouching Tiger or Hidden Dragon) position. Needless to say, the next day (after a practice - or sometimes game) would be rough.  Lower back and knees would be achy and everything would feel dull.

All of my old injuries would come back to haunt me...  The rotator cuff that I should have surgically repaired, but don't want to go through the rehab for.  The arthritic knees that creek when I crouch.  It's all bad news.

Some of this could potentially get better if I did some exercise, except...I HATE exercise.  I feel like a hamster on a wheel working out.  It's boring to me.  I played sports my whole life.  Soccer, basketball, baseball, etc.  I love playing sports and being competitive.  I love being on a team.  The being united for a common goal, friendships, etc.  It's great.  Running on a treadmill...it sucks!

We recently had the last practice for our U10 soccer team.  At the end, all of the kids played a huge scrimmage (with no rules).  In the midst of the game, they asked all of the coaches to come play.  I did...dressed in slacks, a button down shirt and dress shoes.  It was not a good idea.  I ran around, but soon felt like I was in some sort of shape...just not a good shape.  Circle, triangle, maybe even an octagon (but whatever it was, it wasn't good).  I had two opportunities to score...and I did on both. But, the first goal game with a price.  Dress shoes do not have good traction, so when I let loose to shoot, I wiped out and landed right on my ass.  It was not a good look.

As I was sucking wind, I kept looking at my Pebble watch.  The Attack's BG is updated on my watch. It drifted from 180 to 68 in a short period of time...  Next thing I knew, we were both sitting on the bench.  I was sucking wind and he was sucking apple juice from a box.  2 juice boxes, apple crisp and some chicken soup later...his BG stuck around 150 all night.

That night I took Aleve and went to bed.  I woke up with a little less aches and pains.  That night The Attack went to bed with some extra carbs on board to offset the extra insulin on board.  He woke up...and still had T1D.

My aches and pains may recede, but his T1D won't ever...until we find a cure.