Today I pulled heaps of weeds. And toward the end I bent at the waist to pull one from the base of a retaining wall and -- ow! -- went my back. It's stiff and sore and not debilitating, but it makes me feel much older than 37. If it was because I was jumping my BMX over a house, cool. Pulling weeds? Not, just OLD.
As a result on my grocery trip to pick up ice cream stuff for Casey's family, I also picked up some Ben Gay. MORE OLD. And it was on the bottom shelf, which seems just cruel to me.