My throat hurts. I still haven’t recovered my voice from coaching for 3 straight days. My muscles hurt too from all the jumping, cheering and dancing we did.

If all of these happened seven years ago, I would not have had these much problems after the intramural. I guess age really is catching up to me. It’s just that I refuse to accept it… being with kids and all everyday. This must be reality’s way of biting me in the ass to remind me that I am not, and will never be, immortally young and carefree… that I should be looking out for my family already, selecting the best insurance quote, buying college assistance, setting up an account for them to get in case something bad happens, etc.

Because seven years from now, I’d probably still be teaching, and would probably still be experiencing the intrams (not necessarily as coach anymore) but complaining about more aches than ever. I just hope that by that time, I’m more prepared mentally and my family is a bit more secured. I just can’t see myself not teaching.