The spring is gone the snap is dissapearing... my once impressive 32 inch verticle jump has dwindled to a mear 24. It could be the extra 20 pounds I am carrying, it could be the rubber bands don't pop quite like the used to... All I really know is that going up still feels amazing, I love to jump... In high school I was a 6' high jumper (should have been better, but I had horrible form) I was a twenty foot long jumper and a 40 foot tripple jumper... Not too bad for a 5'10" skinny white boy... Yes I still love to go up... I miss running the runway, I miss staring down the lane into the pit of sand... I miss the feel of gliding, coasting, sailing through the air... oh I I love to go up... but Lord does it hurt to come down...
Everytime I jump, I flinch knowing that I am going to land. My knees are shot, the cartlidge is gone, and in the stupidity of youth I still try to go up... oh how I hate to come down...
Today as I strive to maintain my strength and pride I challenge a young man twenty years younger and 4 inches taller than myself... he beat me by a good two inches, but more to the point he walked away with a smile on his face as I hid the pain that ran through my spine...
God, I love to go up!!! I can't wait for the day that I don't have to come down.
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Now, THAT I would have loved to see!
ReplyDeleteI hope you told Starla to get the big bottle of pain killer out because tomorrow, you are gonna need it for your knees!!
I stand corrected, he beat me by 4 inches
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