Ten years ago I was the captain of a championship volleyball team. Ten years ago, I could play a five-set match with no breaks. Ten years ago I had a deadly-accurate serve that no one could touch. Ten years ago I thought nothing of throwing myself flat out on the ground to dig up a hard serve.
Last Saturday, Paul and I bumped a volleyball around with the kids for about half an hour.
On Sunday, I could barely walk. My butt and quads were not happy with me. My shoulders and forearms, while not quite as upset, were still pretty pissed.
Having said that--I'm dying to play more.
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