Today I write in pain, and it's not pain derived from tortuous training regiments running the pavement ragged. No, this is pain from playing catch in the back yard with Conner and trying to make a miraculous grab with my glove. The good news, I caught it. The bad news, my head and neck still ache two days later from smacking it against the ground falling backwards as I made the catch. I think I got a concussion... or at least something that felt like one. Yesterday I thought I must've slept on my neck wrong until I remembered I did that. Boy, getting old is rough on ya!
On an another note - things are about the same as usual. Fam, work, sleep... repeat. 8 days until Ragnar, that's a plus. Can't wait to do it again this year. Lots o' fun.
