old and busted, as they say

So I tweaked my back in training today. Training to be a 10th dan black belt in The Way of The Fist you might ask? No. Training to optimize an air traffic control system. And most of the time it's really more of a lecture type class than it is a training. And I actually did it coughing. That's right...I coughed and my back was instantly tweaked. What the hell am I gonna feel like at 55 if I tweak my back coughing at 28? It made for a rather angry morning. I mean, I'm in decent shape. I work out a few days a week. I made contact on a bike this past Sunday in our playoff indoor game (it kinda had training wheels on it truth be told...but hey...it was the only bike I saw that night). Point is, I should be tweaking my back carrying old ladies out of burning nursing homes or holding Carmelo Anthony back from making an ass out of himself on national television...not coughing. Jeez.

So...not to gloat, but I got all my Xmas shopping done. It's nice to be doing it all in tandem I must say. Financially and in terms of the exhausting creativity required to buy with confidence a gift for someone you love. I think everyone is going to be pretty happy. We'll see.

And...I have a new snowboard and boots in the mail on their way as we speak. Slightly touched in the head over that one...I keep losing my slim grasp of an attention span in training, dreaming about floating on powder...although before I go gettin all amped on that, I still need to get some bindings. And get my other gear off the now inaccessible floating second story of my ma's busted garage. And oh yeah...it needs to snow here. Cold rain makes me want to drink...something...prolly booze. December rain = might as well live in S Jersey.