January 25th, 2007


This is the year that I became old

I realized last night as I was riding the tube back home (stretching my leg out, then pulling it back to a 90 degree angle, so as to keep it from going stiff) that with my knee going to pot like it has in the last month, it's likely that I may no longer be able to do the kayak trip from Loreto to La Paz I've been dreaming of doing for the last three years. I just don't think I could get my knee to handle it.

Or who knows, maybe I could spend six hours a day in a little boat, stretching my leg straight, then nuzzling it up against the side of the boat again, repeating and repeating just like I'm having to do at the office, only with the glorious seascape of Baja cruising by me. I'm pretty sure I'll not be able to hike again, though.

When summer comes, I'm going to get back in a boat and see how I hold up. I don't want to have to give up the sports I've learned to love just a few years after I've found them. That would make me sad.