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I've felt like my age was catching up to me for awhile now. I realize that I'm "only" 27, but my body feels like it is slowly falling apart. I've had a bad knee for over a year now & it is showing no signs of improvement. Ankles, hips, back, neck. If I were a dog, I'd be bad for breeding. Since I'm not a dog, & Ellie is good evidence of at least some of my genes, there will be no fixins for me anytime soon. I played a soccer game sunday after church & followed it with softball monday & tuesday evening. I'm reaping the consequences. I'm supposed to be training for a marathon relay too. Maybe life would be easier at 180 pounds.