Three years had passed since I last played pickup touch football in the Sunday morning series of games now in their fourth decade at Marquand Park in Princeton. But today it was finally time to return, as I’m feeling in great shape.
The gimpy knees that I played on previously were replaced last year, and over the weekend I decided that not only was I ready physically to resume play, but mentally as well. I’d been leery about risking injury and counteracting the progress I’ve made in regaining full mobility after months of physical therapy and steadily increasing my walking pace and distance.
I was able to run at an age-appropriate speed this morning, sprinting out as a receiver on offense and backpedaling as a defensive back. I caught two passes and almost had a third until one of the biggest guys on the field snatched it from over my shoulder.
The best part, though, wasn’t the football action. It was seeing several of my buddies from previous seasons, who welcomed me back, and meeting a couple of the newer, younger (> 60) guys who’ve joined.
My knees gave me no trouble during the 90-minute game, and I’m hoping the soreness I likely will feel come morning in some of my reawakened muscles will be mild and brief.
I plan to be back in action next Sunday. I’ve got to get in shape for the annual Turkey Bowl on Thanksgiving morning. 🧢
Boom! Good job outta you getting out there!