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Post by 2old on Oct 23, 2022 15:07:27 GMT -5
Our son is almost 40 years old. He will retire from the U.S. Army in about 1 1/2 years. When he enlisted he was 6'-3" and weighed 135 pounds...about as big around as my little finger. Had never played sports. Had never fired a gun. Today, he's 6'3" and a muscular package at 205 pounds. Loves jumping out of perfectly good airplanes and running marathons. Can't understand why his knees are gone in his late 30's. Yesterday, he ran a 50K... 33 mile... trail run. www.uwharrie100.com/uwharriegoldrush The site will show the elevation changes as they ran through forests and hills of North Carolina. Last night he told us how much Motrin he consumed before the race and how much halfway through. He's been training for this the past 6 months, but said he never thought about the elevation changes. 5,000 feet of elevation change as they ran up and down the hills. He's supposed to call us, today, and tell us how he's feeling. Probably can't get out of bed!!! No! He ain't my kid! He can't be related to this lazy old geezer who won't even walk a golf course anymore when I've got a golf cart!!!!
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Post by birdgal on Oct 23, 2022 17:54:15 GMT -5
When you were his age did you also do those things? You don't have to answer, I'm just wondering. Curious minds want to know.
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Post by 2old on Oct 23, 2022 18:08:31 GMT -5
When you were his age did you also do those things? You don't have to answer, I'm just wondering. Curious minds want to know. I'll be very honest. NO!! I was the "fat kid" in grade school and high school. Nickname was "Williefat" most of my school years. Was forced to go out for sports, simply because the school didn't have enough kids to fill the teams. Was almost happy when I broke a leg between my junior/senior year of high school so I would not have to go out for sports. Two years into college, we got married. Had to support a wife so began working and working hard. The flab began to leave and get replaced by some muscle. Attitude changed, also. No one was going to stand in the way of my taking home a paycheck to hand to my wife. The last 15 years of my career, I was the engineer on site for a large engineering firm. Had to be the "bad guy" to the contractors as we constructed large water/wastewater projects. Air let out of the tires on my vehicle. Dodged tools thrown at me. On some projects, physically threatened. Probably the most enjoyable years of my 40 year career. Learned "disciplined communication" to deescalate interaction with upset contractors. No, I was had not an ounce of athleticism in my body. Still love my golf. And, will beat the old timers at shuffleboard or checkers when in the nursing home. :>)
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