I will now devote all of my time and energy to music because I am a drummer in a band and I feel that can be my new volleyball
Well, I think it might be time to hang up the volleyball cap and call it a day. In terms of athletic endeavors, I began playing at a relatively late age—at 25—and as I approach 56, my body is telling me it’s time to stop. I genuinely don’t want to stop playing, but I fear that if I do, I won’t soon be able to run or even walk. My options are to stop playing or get knee replacements from the local shop, which I don’t want to do at all. My knees have no cartilage, and they grind and hurt after I play. I have to take the brave step of giving up the athletic activity I loved so much because if my knees are shot, I won’t be able to perform my Heating, Ventilation & A/C tech job. If I don’t, the Heating, Ventilation & A/C corporation will no longer exist. The heating corporation was there when I started playing, but she had to stop playing a few years ago because she couldn’t carry heat pumps from the back of the store where we were working. I will now devote all of my time and energy to music because I am a drummer in a band and I feel that can be my new volleyball. In order to avoid spending my later years in a wheelchair next to a beach watching the kids play, I believe I must now follow suit and do the same. How depressing would that be? I’m heading out to buy a HEPA filter; see you later.