My back is killing me. For the past few days I have this bad back pain that has limited my mobility a lot. Simple chores became an ordeal. Bending is impossible. Putting on my socks is a torture, and tying my shoes is a struggle (if I can only wear flip flops at work!). The other day, my wife has to help me put on my socks. Is this part of getting old? What’s next? Adult diapers?
I have been trying to defy aging. I have been exercising and going to the gym 2-3 times a week. I am still playing basketball with the guys in our church every week (as much as my schedule allows). And few months ago, I ran my first half marathon. I have even been considering running the full marathon, if I can train for it.
Now this. I can’t even walk straight, let alone run. This made me accept the humbling fact that I am not Superman. I am not invincible. I am not as young as I want to believe I am. I finally realized my own mortality. A simple back pain reduced me to an ageing mortal being. A painful fact to experience and much more painful to accept.
But I will not go down without a fight. I will not bend (as of the moment, I really can’t) without a putting up a battle. I will not surrender without a struggle. Tomorrow, I will be back! (If I have my back back.)