Struggling in My "Prime"

In baseball, many experts and analysts will often talk about a player's "Age-27 Season." They claim it's the year where everything just CLICKS. Granted, there are exceptions, but statistical data proves that there's something magical about when a baseball player turns 27.

Relax, this isn't some data-driven post where I dive into the world of sabermetrics. (Although it would be fun, I'm convinced at least half of you would stop reading my blogs.)

Rather, I'm actually making a valid point, and I'm just now getting to it...

The point is that baseball players often reach their PRIME when they turn 27. Generally speaking, it's the beginning of a 5-year stretch. So from ages 27 to 31, these professional athletes are at their very peaks.

In January, I turned 27.

Now I may not be a professional athlete, but I am a human being. And I truly believe there is a link between baseball players and the average person. So with that in mind, I should be in the PRIME of my life.

However, the complete opposite is true. I've never been more out-of-shape in my life. I may look "in-shape" to most people. But please don't confuse skinny with being in-shape. My insanely high metabolism rate doesn't provide strength, speed, agility, or a toned body. Just the ability to eat a lot.

And now even that is beginning to fade -- as my pants are getting tight for the first time since I had my last growth spurt in 2000.

Then a bizarre realization came to me... 16-year-old Rye could completely dominate 27-year-old Rye at any competition. He was a superior being to the man I am now.

To me, that is UNACCEPTABLE!

My genetic makeup is prepared to be in its prime, but it's got to have some help from me. So I finally made a decision this month... to start P90X and the Nutrition Plan that corresponds with it.

I'll be honest... So far, it's been brutal. As I type this, every part of my body aches and/or burns.

But I have motivation to stick with it. And I'm going to do my best to do so. I won't bombard this blog with weekly, or even monthly updates. But I do intend to write a Victory Post when this is all said and done.

Hopefully in 3 months, I will be able to say with confidence that I am truly in my prime. If that's the case, I'm going to kick the living crap out of 16-year-old Rye.