I was a very healthy kid you know. I was always out playing, fresh air, etc… Hated being inside. I ran track for three years in HS, the 400m, I wasn’t great, but not bad for a white boy. After HS I went to college part-time and worked as a tae kwon do instructor the whole time in college.
I say all this to highlight that I wasn’t a physically inactive person. I was in good shape for the better part of my life. So what in the blue freakin’ blazes happned to me at age 35???
Since turning 35 (in Jan 05) I have developed freakin hemmorhoids, herniated a disc in my neck, developed acid reflux, got a bum knee, a fairly common sore back, and I swear not a freakin day goes by where something doesn’t twinge, tweak, or cramp! WTF??
I have a phyiscal every year (since 30) and in good shape still. So ruling out anything medical (and I have) what freakin gives?
I hope I am not the only one here who has had a tough going since 35, just tell me it gets better, not worse!!
Well, Mr. Metabolism hit a brick wall when I was in my mid- late-30s, and I went from being a size 4 without even trying to (within ten years) a size 12 with a great deal of effort.
I turned 35 nine days ago. The only real change I’ve noticed in the last few years is that my back is a lot stiffer than it used to be; one night of sleeping in the wrong position will have me achy and tight for days.
God I hope I haven’t hit a wall. I just turned 35 last month. I’m currently not very active, as I sit at a desk most of the day, but I am planning to buy some hockey skates this week and re-learn how to skate. If I can successfully do that, I plan to learn to play hockey and join a rec league. Side benefit - maybe I will lose some weight.
-Lifting weights has it’s limits. I’ve had the same weight amounts since April. Everytime I push it to the next level (adding 5-10 lbs) I end up with injuries.
-I still eat spicy foods (hot wings, jerk chicken, etc.) but I pay the price for it later with bad heartburn.
-I still like roller coasters and thrill rides but I now have to avoid anything that spins. Instant nauseu.
-The walk from the bed to the shower in the morning is an achy hunched over walk.
-I purposefully avoid drinking to excess since the hangovers just ain’t worth it anymore.
I turned 35 this year, and I’m actually feeling better than I have in ages.
I’ve always been a very uncoordinated and sedentary person. I started working out in August, and since then I’ve lost 22 pounds, I breathe easier, I ache less, and I’m bendable in ways I haven’t been in a decade.
Clearly, you went about the whole thing all wrong, Dob. You should have sat on your ass for the first 35 years! You’ve used up all your best stuff!
I realized that I had hit a wall (or milestone of sorts) at around age 35 when my parents, brother and I went for a hike in the mountains that turned out to be a fair bit longer and tougher than we expected.
In previous years, if I overdid it on some physical activity, I would be a little sore the next day, but bounce back just fine. That time, however, I my body hurt – badly – and I could barely move without groaning for three days afterward, just like my folks. My younger brother, on the other hand, hardly felt a thing. That’s when I realized I was officially getting old: I paid for it afterward!
Nowadays, my dad and I share stories about bad knees and pinched nerves. Fun times.
I feel your pain. Except now I’m almost 45. I had to quit playing soccer because every time some muscle would get pulled. I put it down to all of those years of intense exercise. Now I roller blade occasionally, sometimes ride my bike, or work up a sweat by kicking a ball at my kids or throwing a baseball at them. I should probably work out or something, but who needs that kind of agony?
It didn’t help that I got pregnant that year. Everything fell apart after that.
Some of it could be fixed with meds or surgery, but hell, it takes** that ** to get back to the way I was?
I had really bad asthma, and was a sickly child with a constant cough and constant shortage of breath. In allergy season I would lose weight from being to sick to eat, then coughing so hard I would throw up. Now at 35 I can run 2 MILES ( it only makes me throw up occasionally) I can play Dance Dance Revolution! Really badly! But I cn play it for hours. I usually walk between 5 and 20 miles every day at work. I still have to deal with my stunning lack of coordination and depth perception, but except for a tendency to tight hamstrings, I feel better then I did at 25. WAY better then at 15. My weight is the same as it was was I was 20, but my body fat percentage is lower.
However, I have to admit my standards are pretty low. If I can breathe, I figure I must feel pretty damn good. This has resulted in some judgement errors, like the time I showed up for work with broken foot bones, because I figured if wasn’t wheezing, so it wasn’t really that serious.
Not that I was the healthiest of kiddies but yeah, everything went downhill around there and then even downhillier at 40. At 50 there probably won’t be any hill, just a sharp drop over a cliff.
I’m fat, out of shape and lazy at 40. And I out-ski kids a third of my age. On my 40th birthday, I did 25 runs down the Gunbarrel at Heavenly. Coulda done a couple more, but didn’t wanna “over-do” it.
Despite 35 years of constant abuse, my knees are awsome. Thighs are as solid as rock. Gotta be to haul around my huge beer-gut. No hair loss, little grey. Great eyesight.
No hangovers. Its all thanks to the homebrew.
I always say, “Never trust an adult male who doesn’t drink beer”.
