Me: I’m young! I’m fast! I’m …
Left knee: Have you lost your mind?
Me: What? I’m running.
Left knee: You are 44 years old. You cannot just start running sprints out of nowhere. Are you crazy?
Me: I don’t feel 44 years old. I still feel young.
Left knee: Trust me, you’re not young. Just look at the music on your iPod, man.
Me: What? I’ve got some hip-hop on there.
Left knee: Yeah … The Sugarhill Gang. Dude, I’m not even going to argue with you. Stop running. Go do what you do best … sit in a recliner, prop me up, and watch sports.
Me: No. I can still …
Left knee: OK, sorry pal, you’ve left me no choice. This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me.
