Another year...

So after playing 3 soccer games in the space of 5 days, I've begun to consider the fact that my body is not the machine it once was. When we were young, our bodies and muscles repaired themselves quickly and painlessly. But now, while I love playing and would like to play as long as I can, the end of every game is usually followed by aching knees, back, neck etc... and the reality is that I probably won't be playing much soccer in 10 years time. And that's a scary thought - maybe I really AM getting old. However, I guess it's up to me to keep myself fit and in the game.
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What to do? There is a 30-ish Asian man at work who I see occasionally but don't work closely with at all. We don't exchange greetings aside from the occasional nod of recognition. In fact, the main area in which I see him is the washroom. The last few times I have seen him he will stand in the urinal beside me and, as he's taking care of business, unexpectedly release a cacophony of loud farts. At first I thought perhaps this was part of Candid Camera and peered around checking for the camera crew with a knowing grin on my face. Then after they didn't materialize I thought, poor guy he can't hold it in, and I empathized with his plight, though I wanted to laugh my head off. The next few times I was slightly embarrassed for him but now I find it sort of rude. I mean where is the sense of common decency? Should I recommend Tums? I almost want to spread this tidbit around the office during the dozen or so meaningless convos I have in a day.
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PS I realize there's been a bit of toilet humour in the last few blogs, it is not an indication of future subjects, just one of those coincidences.


Have a great weekend. Get sloshed. Go crazy. GO REDS.