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i've had one whole day of true freedom, meaning no school. the weekend sort of counted, but it wasn't as authentic as waking up on a monday morning and staying on the couch with coffee and couric, rather than going to referee the lives of adolescents.

i successfully ran and lifted some poundage and then fed my muscles with a yummy smoothie. my hip hurts though. i think it's broken. or it might just be that the band connecting hip to knee that is totally blown b/c my knee also hurts and won't straighten out. i think it's all gunked up with scar tissue and goo. it hates me b/c i won't stop messing it up, so as a result it has now gotten my hip to join in its ranks against me. me and the battle of my right leg. it's ok, i just feel old.

i remember being in high school, i think the summer after 9th grade, and being at basketball camp, which always sucked b/c the idea of playing basketball from 9 to 9 is not at all intriguing. i was sitting just inside the gym door, waiting my turn to play i guess, and i remember having this very bright conversation with one of my coaches about how i was going to run and lift weights forever and never let my muscles go all slack and blah blah blah. she looked down at me, rolled her eyes, and said yeah right. the fact that i remember this is funny, and the fact that she was right about how freakin hard it can be to make your body do all that stuff it used to is not exactly a refreshing thought. again, it just makes me feel old.

i should rub some flex-all 454 all over my leg and go hang out with the 5am crowd at the ymca or something.