Blood, Sweat, and Basketball

I finally took my sorry butt back to the gym today (Monday).  I’ve got a boat load of excuses for not exercising, but in reality they are all bullshit.  I could have made time for it, but just didn’t.

Basketball is not exactly one of those “muscle memory” sports.  It is a “practice, practice, practice” sport.  If you don’t practice your jump shot, it goes away.  I’ve issued an Amber Alert for mine.

When I checked in at the front desk, I asked the guy if he could see the last time I had been there.  April 29th.  Ouch.

So I played a few games, got my heart pumping a bit, had some fun, and even collected a new battle scar to show my wife (why do us guys do that? “Look honey, I got hurt.  Love me”).  This injury was because I had my protective goggles on.  No goggles, no blood.  How’s that for irony?

Picture of Scott with a small cut on his eyelid

I’ll go back on Wednesday to play.   It felt good to get moving again.

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Scott K. Johnson

Patient voice, speaker, writer, advocate. Living life with diabetes and telling my story. Patient Success Manager, USA for mySugr (All opinions expressed are my own and do not necessarily represent the position of my employer).

Diagnosed in April of 1980, I recognize the incredible mental struggle of living with diabetes. Read more…