I had something on my heart for tonight’s post. But it left my heart due to too much exercise. I can’t even remember what it was.
Tonight’s post will be short.
At our church’s Youth Night tonight, another thirty-something and I played basketball against teenagers.
I went straight to the hard metal chair after the game. I tried standing up five minutes later but didn’t get halfway up before I decided it wasn’t the best time to move. Even my fingers are weak. I can hardly type.
I’m giving it up for a few minutes. Meanwhile, here are Son #1 and Son #2:
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Okay, I’m back. But I’m not any better.
In case you were wondering, here’s the translation to the above statement, according to Son #1:
“I like a cheerful giver. Everyone does it a perfect way. Everyone likes people. They have a trash can to throw you in jail. And I hope everyone has a nice day. You know it.”
Anyway, by the time we scored two points in the basketball game, I was winded. It was downhill from there. I almost blacked out a couple of times.
What a precious thing it is to be able to breathe.
I remember when a good friend and I played full-court two-on-two — about fifteen years and a hundred pounds ago. There was a lot of running back and forth. I look back on that and don’t know how we survived.
Whew. That’s about it for me, folks.
I’m sorry for the boring post. My fingers can’t take anymore.
The moral of the story is to get out and exercise.
to those who don’t play basketball anymore,
– Caleb
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