A couple of weeks ago someone posed the questions, “Is 40 old?” The concensus was that 40 wasn’t old. Well, you couldn’t tell it by me this morning.
I’ll be 40 on June 9th, BTW.
This weekend I did the following:
Friday
Off work for the day (it was beautiful here). I cut 2 acres of grass with a push mower, spread a heaping pickup truck load of mulch, cleaned the house. When my wife got home, she and I went to the gym and I did my usualy workout (45 minutes of weight training, 45 minutes of cardio).
Saturday
Set out 8 azalea plants, 15 hostas, 3 flats of annuals, spread another truck load of mulch.
Sunday
After church, planted 3 rhodedendrons and mulched their bed. Played 3 hard sets of tennis (got my ass handed to me by a 60 year old man).
I’m sore, stiff, and feeling like I’m 100, not 40. Someone please tell me that I’m not shuffling toward geezerhood.
Well, no wonder you’re achy! Criminy, all I did was go to a picnic, and I’ve got sore arms and a little sunburn. Of course, I’ve got a decade on you and I’m a delicate flower of womanhood, so any exertion is too much…
Again, if you’re old I’m apparently ancient. I’m 37 and just starting to bike to work (weather permitting). I picked up the bike Friday and took it around town once on Saturday and Sunday.
Thank God it rained this morning because I’m not sure I could have made the trip.
Nothing to add except you are the first person I’ve ever known that has the same birth date that I do. Of course I wont be turning forty but close enough. I’ll be 27, which is three years away from thirty, which is a hop skip and a jump away from 40 so I’m almost there with you.
Yeah, I was pretty active this weekend, but not too long ago I could have done all of that and more besides and not felt any twinges at all.
You would not believe how good it felt to soak in the hot tub last night. I fixed myself a big, strong drink and just sat there for half an hour. “Ah, Calgon, take me away.” I guess I didn’t use enough Calgon.