concrete abstraction

after Chaos's recent musings about middle age, I noticed how my right knee was giving me hell and kept me from running, how my right shoulder clicked and ached, and how my back was sore and stiff since trying to bicycle on Sunday.
I'm not even beginning to tell you how tight my pants feel, nor include my other inadequacies far too delicate to discuss in a public forum. This image seemed to fit how I felt as I hobbled on my noontime walkie today.