[carreradpt]

My issue with getting older surfaced in my mid-late 40's. Made jokes about it at first, readers, groaning climbing out of the p-car. Chasing my dogs around one day and taking a big fall, my legs just couldn't keep up and I face planted over a bush onto my driveway. Laid there for 20 min with the dogs freaking thinking I was dead. Then not a week later I was building a long fence though only 42" tall. I dropped my hammer on the other side. Instead of walking all the way around, I jumped up on the fence and then jumped off. 42 inches. When I landed on the other side, I thought I was going to blow out both knees. Damn that hurt. That was the day I decided that getting old sucked seriously. Fast forward to now. 55. A hurricane just passed off the coast and the waves were fantastic. After they settled to 6 ft or so, I took the boogie board out. Jumped in for about a minute or 2 and jumped right back out. Trudged back up to our beach chairs and I told my wife I am too old to be trying this kind of stuff anymore. Does that suck or what?!