Pretty much this. Something always hurts somewhere. I sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies when I get out of bed in the morning.
That and bifocals but I’ve had those for about five years now… I just turned 43.
Mr.Wrekker is a good bit older than me. He doesn’t even try and he’s healthy as a horse. He’s very active outdoorsman. He’s retired and loving it. He’s booked til next year sometime with hunting and fishing activities. He left me in the dust years ago. I marvel at the crap he does. I am happy to get out of the bed and sit in a chair some days.
I had my annual kids party this weekend and rented this gigantic blow-up slip-n-slide for the kids. It was so gigantic that it could easily support my fat ass, so I went on it along with my BFF from high school. We’re both 39. It was super fun! We went at least a dozen times! Didn’t hurt one bit - it was just sliding down a wet cushion of air.
Ooooooh, but the next morning… man, that has never happened to me before. My upper body hurt so bad. The impact, maybe? Didn’t notice an impact at the time but something was working my chest and shoulder muscles and ligaments. Still hurts, 4 days later! (Same for my friend)
Oh also I was totally willing to pay $300 for the set-up and tear-down of this thing at my house instead of spending the time and effort to come up with a fun thing for the kids to do at my party. When you’re willing and able to spend a ton of money to avoid effort - that’s getting old too.
It’s the soreness after strenuous activity. Used to be I could play basketball all day Saturday and do it again on Sunday if I wanted. Now I can still play for a few hours, but when I do the next day sucks. Back, neck, shoulders, knees, feet, you name it. They all hurt.
Sitting down to watch tv - waking up just in time for the end credits.
I’m 39.
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Getting up from being low on the ground, or vice versa.
Say I’m sat on the ground with my legs crossed fixing some appliance or something for just 20 mins. When it’s time to stand up again I have to somewhat psyche myself into it and then get up in a couple of stages. -
Generally I’ve started to be more careful with my movements; if I were to just throw my limbs around randomly now I’d probably get some muscle spasm or cramp or just some random ache. I used to go out on long runs, or workout, without even bothering to stretch before or after – those days are gone; if I did that now I’d be asking for trouble.
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Clicking joints. For me, it’s my big toes and one elbow. They click frequently and noisily.
Reading glasses
Grey hairs
Other than that I don’t feel too different.
I’m a 46 year old black man, and still feel like I did 20 years ago, but have strong signs that I’m getting older.
The biggest one is that about 70 percent of my hair is white now overall. My beard is about 90 percent white. I hate it and I’m not sure why this happened to me. My father is 69, my brother is 49 and neither one of them have this problem. This board won’t believe it, but hair is a big thing. Goes with out saying that I also have male pattern baldness.
I had to start wearing bifocals at 40, despite never needing glasses before. Doctor said it was normal for my age., the eye changes he said. Sucks, but I can deal with this.
I’m 6’-01" tall and used to weigh between 170 and 180 pounds. Now I’m up to 190, and that extra 10 to 20 pounds really shows now. In my face of course.
This is just one of my rant’s. I’m actually thankful that I’m in this condition, but thinking how I can improve.
I remember I could still run under 60 seconds into my late 20’s. Late 40’s is when I started to run over 70 seconds. At age 61, I ran an 81 and the next year, I ran an 82 (my worst ever), but the last 3 years have all been around 77 or 78.
I don’r really train for the quarter mile at all. I just run it on my birthday for old times sake. For the last number of years, I’ve been running on a treadmill starting with a 5 minute warm up at 5 mph at 2% incline. From there I do 4 minutes intervals at 7, 8, 9 and 10% with 2 minute breaks in between at 3% again all at 5 mph. 3 days a week. Keeps my resting pulse at around 54.
Like a young Morgan Freeman? I love that white-haired look.
I suppose I have an advantage over those of you with dark hair. My hair is blondish (once was blonde)/mouse/grey anyway. I could have “old age grey” in there, I don’t know 
If you have dark hair you could see each and every fading strand as it appears.
As for baldness, I have just 2 words to say. Sean. Connery. Old as the hills and bald as a badger. Still dishy.
Leaving things on the floor until enough fallen things accumulate to make a stoop or a squat worthwhile.
Breaking up tasks to make them more manageable, i.e., cleaning the top of the stove one day and the grates the next, rather than everything all in one day.
Trying to remember not to admire a hot young actor out loud, or you’ll be perceived of as a weird old lady.
Switching from a racing or mountain style bike at the gym to a recumbent one because it’s so much more comfortable.
I have always walked my dogs. Never occured to me I was getting exercise. Just something I do. I am more aware of how far ahead of me they get ( we’re on our property so no leashes) I don’t want to have to run or chase them. I repeatedly whistle them back to me while out.
The happy way to look at it is that it’s the same thing as a man finding he’s being called “sir” by everyone - a mark of respect rather than a marital-status assumption.
The unhappy way to look at it is what had to go through their mind in that half-a-second before they decided they better call you Mrs, or call me Sir. Namely, “Yup, definitely old enough”. 
I was very fortunate to have literally one of the best track coaches in the world. He name is Joe Douglas. He founded the Santa Monica Track Club in 1972. SMTC is one of the most talented track clubs in the world. Carl Lewis and 12 other Olympic medalists were in the club at one time or another.
Anyway, he happened to be teaching math at my HS and volunteered to be an assistant track coach. It was a little like having Albert Einstein be an assistant teacher for your HS physics class. He ended up taking over and managed to squeeze every bit of talent he could out of all the students who joined the team. Talentwise, I had no business going to the L A City Finals, but somehow Joe sent a number of us there.
But it is a marital-status assumption which is nobody’s business but mine. It really annoys me. (so does “Miss” for that matter, there’s no need for a title, just put first and last name)
Unfortunately, it’s not just verbal. I’ve been put on mailing lists as “Mrs”. Whose thought-processes got that happening is a mystery.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t swallow pills and I thought coffee was repulsive.
Now, every morning, I swallow 8 pills at once—with coffee.
I’m aware that you’re saying it’s a marital status assumption, but you simply saying it doesn’t make it true. Maybe it is. But maybe it isn’t. You don’t get to choose other people’s thoughts for them.
I can’t bend over to pick something up without making a grunt.
Mrs MEANS married…
I’m 38 now and i still do the same things I did in my 20s (sans drinking). The difference is the effort required to do these same things and the aftereffects they have on me are markedly increased.