The first time I realized that not only was I “exiting my youth” but also putting on more weight than was ideal (or anywhere near to it) was in my mid-20’s. I was playing basketball with some other guys at our church. On two separate occasions, I tried driving to the basket. As I was driving down the lane, my legs just gave out and I went into a kind of dive. Both times I was able to pass the ball to a teammate as I was going down, so they were seen as great plays. I was the one who was left bewildered at my legs unwillingness to work in the way I was accustomed to. Incidentally, that was when I decided to predominantly become a three-point shooter.
I didn’t think to write again so soon, but this morning was my first “outing” of the new attempt and I felt to memorialize it.
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