Old Knees Tell No Tales

No fictional tales, that is.

On October 28th, I'll turn 26.

It's weird.

As much as I still feel like a teenager, I'm not one.

Ugh. I feel old just typing that.

The weirdest thing about getting older is what happens when you do certain things, like go crazy on the elliptical at the gym. I mean, there's nothing like the endorphins that result from a great workout. But every so often (like all today today) my left knee will decide to be That Chick and be all "hey!"

"Hey you!"

"You in the Galaga t-shirt."

"Yeah. You."

"You're old." *troll laughter*

Maybe I'll buy a brace or something.

I refuse to get old on purpose.