I mean, I knew I was out of shape already...

...but after playing a basketball game on a team of men ranging from college aged to middle aged, against a team of college age and early middle age, I came to the realization that I am really. REALLY. Out of shape.

Nevertheless, it was a lot of fun. I've barely played real ball since I broke my arm, and I've been itching to get out there.

It's weird. I noticed back when I played for GYA, and again tonight, that pretty quick into the first half, I'm so out of shape that I'm seriously having trouble breathing. But well into the second half, once I've broken through that outer layer of tiredness, I'm pretty much good to go for the rest of the game. Granted, I am submerged under a layer of nagging fatigue, but I never seem to bottom out after that point. It's odd. And kind of cool.