Older but maybe not wiser

Today was the start of the indoor soccer season. I felt good out on the artificial turf, took a couple of practice shots, I was ready. The wistle blew to start and I was on fire. After a mere 8 minutes, my body was protesting. What did I get myself into? This is a much faster game than I remembered, and the boards, I forgot that you can use the boards. I tripped over my own feet a half a dozen times and tried to run backwards only to fall on my bum. The turf is grass- like, yeah right, like grass that needs to be cut. Anyways, I survived with a couple of shiny new bruises, a kinked neck, and a rolled ankle. Ahhh, just like old times, except that I am fearing the morning when I wake up to stiff joints and aching muscles. Did I mention that I am the youngest of the team?