Saturday, October 15th was a bad day at the gym.
We only played full court basketball for a couple of hours, but I was exhausted long before quitting time. I ran out of gas early, and was useless too my young teammates. I MIGHT have scored one basket and threw several key screens, but that was about it.
As I left the gym, I wondered if that was my last time playing full-contact basketball – or ANY kind of basketball.
The next Saturday – the 22nd – we had to play in the hot Utah sun. I mistakenly brought a jug of lemonade instead of my usual pints of water, and that was a big mistake.
I ran out of gas much sooner playing outdoors than I had in the gym. After less than 90 minutes, I left the court in total embarrassment.
Yesterday, Monday, October 24th, it was even worse. I could not complete my full workout at the gym. By the time I got around to throwing the medicine balls, it felt like my strength was leaving me. I cut down my repetitions and went home early.
I felt my strength draining out of me like water. This photo is EXACTLY how I felt.
I lay down on my bed, and the water continued to drain away. It felt like I would eventually be totally empty – a hollow man.
For all I knew, I was dying.
I wanted to start calling my six children, and found it too difficult to pick up the phone.
I wiggled my toes and flexed my fingers just to check. They all moved.
I lay still, waiting for the vertigo and nausea to come and take me away.
I felt a little dizzy, but no steep vertigo, and no nausea.
I was ready to die.
It struck me as very odd how calmly I was approaching death. I was not worried about my affairs, or how my children would dispose of my belongings. I wasn’t even worried about my unfinished business with God.
Obviously, I recovered. A piece of chicken and some soda brought me back to my senses.
I was ready to give up the ghost the same day my life-long hero Bobby Vee died.
Today, I returned to the gym and completed my routine.
I wonder how I will do at basketball this coming Saturday.
It could be my last game.