Last night my wife and I attended a cookout for her work.  It was a Hawaiian theme complete with pig roast and the music that goes with it.  After dinner though, there was a limbo competition.  If you mention competition, I am generally in- as long as it does not have any dancing involved.  So, I limbo’d my heart out and ended up the grand champion, but what I have realized today is that my body is not very appreciative of my competitive spirit.  At the ripe old age of 28, I think I can finally say that I am too old to limbo.