Yesterday, I played basketball for about 2 hours. While I made several poor shots and a couple bad passes, on the whole, I did alright for someone who has only played a few times in as many months.
Ok, so this wouldn't be anything to blog about except for my body and mind's reaction these past 24 hours afterwards.
After I got home, took a shower, and ate dinner, I was completely prostrate and useless. I was a physical and mental zombie. Not only that, but today, after sleeping nearly 9 hours, I could literally not get out of bed. It wasn't just soreness - it was total, utter physical and mental exhaustion. Even now - almost 30 hours later, I still feel vapid, unfocused, physically and mentally a hollow shell of a human being.
Dehydration? Possible - but I drank quite a bit of water and other fluids last night and have continued to drink them today.
Glucose/glycogen depletion? Possible, but nothing has really changed around my diet these past few days. I've also tried recharging with pasta, cereal, bread, and pizza.
Several years ago, I could think of few things that would raise my spirits and energy like the vigorous exercise that only a sport like basketball can provide. Now, it seems at age 30, I am over the hill. Maybe I can only handle basketball 1 hour increments or face a horrendous physical toll in recovery the next day. Obviously, I'm not in the physical condition I was when the first hour of basketball was just warmup for the second. But I would have never expected to be so utterly decimated as I have felt these past 36 hours.
It is a painful part of growing older: Coping with physical limitations you never thought you'd have to deal with. And dealing with long recovery times. Better get used to it. I'm not getting any younger.
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