Going bald. It works on Patrick Stewart, but I am not him.
No longer knowing things I used to know. Seems like rarely a day passes when I don’t look at something and think, “I used to understand that, 30 years ago…”
It becomes harder every year to keep up with the young bucks in the local cycling club. The days of 200 bpm pulserates are long gone for me. 170 now on a good day. Goes down every year, too.
Just plain realizing I’m not far from 3/4 of the way through my stastical lifespan. 1/3 wasn’t too bad. 1/2 wasn’t too bad. At 3/4, you can’t deny it any more.
But, knock on wood, so far I’m within a few lbs of what I weighed at 20, and probably have more upper body strength now. I can’t complain too much.
With every millennium, time just flies by faster. Why, it was only yesterday I was wondering why the dinosaurs weren’t doing so well. And talk about your aging metabolism! I used to create and destroy whole galaxies in a weekend and think nothing of it. And look at these black holes! It’s not like I can hide them with a comb-over anymore. Do you have any idea how much rest I’d need after a Big Bang these days? Oy!
Someone earlier mentioned feeling 20 on the inside. Well, I’ve now bumped that up to about 28.
Somewhere you cross a threshold where you finally notice a difference in the image in the mirror – “Who’s that old broad and who let her into my bathroom!?” It’s the realization that your insides and your outside no longer match that smacks you upside the head.
Someone earlier mentioned feeling 20 on the inside. Well, I’ve now bumped that up to about 28.
Somewhere you cross a threshold where you finally notice a difference in the image in the mirror – “Who’s that old broad and who let her into my bathroom!?” It’s the realization that your insides and your outside no longer match that smacks you upside the head.
I hear you, eden. I occasionally get sore knees after running or hiking - moreso than a lot of people I know and something I have to be careful about. However, I realize that my pains are trivial compared to what manny other posters on this MB suffer through every day. It still doesn’t change the fact that I would just hate it if I couldn’t run, hike, and backpack anymore.
GuanoLad: Look at the bright side; it could be worse. My hairline was distinctly receding as of 19. Now it’s starting to go gray, which is okay because it’s distinguished, but I think it’s falling out faster than it’s going gray.
My friends try to point out that Sean Connery is bald, but still incredibly sexy. I counterpoint that Sir Sean was sexy before he was bald.
As for my complaints about getting older: I agree with Eve wholeheartedly on the “how did people so much younger than me show up as my boss/supervisor/superior?” That the eternal question of “Where did my sex drive go?” I mean, it was there just a minute ago! What happened? Did I leave it behind at the restaurant? Did my lease expire? What the hell?
JMCJ
Die, Prentiss, Die! You will never have a more glorious opportunity!
Huh. I must have left it in the same place I left the “and” that was supposed to be in one of the sentences above. Please consider the sentence as “That and the eternal question…”
The first time I got called Sir it shocked me more than turning 30, sigh. the other thing that bothers me is the first time an athlete retired who was younger than I was. A bunch of other things that I can’t remember, so stop bothering me you kids. Punks that’s all you are. Where was I, oh yeah, getting crotchety.
