I turn, gulp, 60 this year, so this bit in The Times (UK, not US) really hit all my pain points when I was lying in bed, sipping my morning tea, reading it yesterday.
Turning 60 is definitely a bitch. (On the other hand, you have obviously considered the alternative.) Although I’m sure that I’ve never been as fit as you, I have somehow made it to 75. I’m not really pleased with the physical limitations associated with this age, but I find that staying creative is the best antidote for aging.
I’m one year behind ya JB . Most choices now are weighed against the recovery time . Be they food and drink or workouts or hunting/fishing trips. I recently went to sight in my rifle with nephews and told em I would stick to the 200 yd range . They asked why and I said because if there’s an elk past 200 yds he’s going to live to see another day. My only saving grace is my humor and my insufferable immaturity
I feel this. My Big Day is May 21st. Last Friday, I set about demolishing an old wooden shed with the idea of constructing a new resin shed on Saturday. I can remember doing that and go hang out with "the gang" that evening. I hurt so badly Saturday morning I could barely get out of bed. I did get the base and the floor built for the new shed, but that was it. Crapola, what happened to me?
I'm just not willing to let myself go. 50 this year, but being fit, 'strong' and active is hugely important to me. Content for me = a reasonably pleasant ache in the muscles.
I like good food and booze, although I've scaled back the beer and substituted it with spirits and soda water. So exercise is a means to offsetting that.
I've also get a kick out of being fitter than people 20 years younger than me. Can't lie, there's definitely an ego thing motivating me.
i'm facing the big 5-0 in the very new year which i guess to people who see that one in the rear mirror think of it fondly, like i do of 40. Lol. I'm teetering on the edge of slipping incrementally into a body i wasnt intending but then again i was never really conscious of treating it right - it was as it always is. But I do get the joy of still being able to bush walk and do things relatively easily (although the twinges i'm getting in my knees are a foreboding of what is to come methinks. Right one hurts with too much climbing steps on long bushwalks and the left one hurts on the downward slope, cant win).
My mates are all planning big 50 bashes this year but i think i would rather not. Being a bday that is very fast on the back of news year i'm used to waking up early without a hangover and going to see a solitary bush sunrise listen to the world wake up with birds and not making a fuss. And because its summer count it a bonus if i see a bird of prey riding the early morning thermals looking for breakfast.
Turning 60 is definitely a bitch. (On the other hand, you have obviously considered the alternative.) Although I’m sure that I’ve never been as fit as you, I have somehow made it to 75. I’m not really pleased with the physical limitations associated with this age, but I find that staying creative is the best antidote for aging.
I’m one year behind ya JB . Most choices now are weighed against the recovery time . Be they food and drink or workouts or hunting/fishing trips. I recently went to sight in my rifle with nephews and told em I would stick to the 200 yd range . They asked why and I said because if there’s an elk past 200 yds he’s going to live to see another day. My only saving grace is my humor and my insufferable immaturity
Oh man , I bet elk tastes good.
I feel this. My Big Day is May 21st. Last Friday, I set about demolishing an old wooden shed with the idea of constructing a new resin shed on Saturday. I can remember doing that and go hang out with "the gang" that evening. I hurt so badly Saturday morning I could barely get out of bed. I did get the base and the floor built for the new shed, but that was it. Crapola, what happened to me?
Yep, I'm turning 60 also and getting asked the same question re planning an event.
I'm much better at planning milestone events for friends and family rather than doing it for myself.
Maybe a nice cup of tea and a lie down?
I thought I hit the high note when I turned 50 and the government sent me an invitation (and a stick) to poo on a stick.
Wait, they what now?
I turned 60 last year - hated every bit of it. Started playing pickle ball this year. Not too demanding but I felt competitive again. Awesome feeling.
There's also this today
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2024/mar/24/underactive-overindulging-40s-now-im-trying-to-live-to-100
I'm just not willing to let myself go. 50 this year, but being fit, 'strong' and active is hugely important to me. Content for me = a reasonably pleasant ache in the muscles.
I like good food and booze, although I've scaled back the beer and substituted it with spirits and soda water. So exercise is a means to offsetting that.
I've also get a kick out of being fitter than people 20 years younger than me. Can't lie, there's definitely an ego thing motivating me.
I do enjoy tapping out a youngun at ju-jitsu
So you're saying that I still have a couple of years of sloth available to me.
i'm facing the big 5-0 in the very new year which i guess to people who see that one in the rear mirror think of it fondly, like i do of 40. Lol. I'm teetering on the edge of slipping incrementally into a body i wasnt intending but then again i was never really conscious of treating it right - it was as it always is. But I do get the joy of still being able to bush walk and do things relatively easily (although the twinges i'm getting in my knees are a foreboding of what is to come methinks. Right one hurts with too much climbing steps on long bushwalks and the left one hurts on the downward slope, cant win).
My mates are all planning big 50 bashes this year but i think i would rather not. Being a bday that is very fast on the back of news year i'm used to waking up early without a hangover and going to see a solitary bush sunrise listen to the world wake up with birds and not making a fuss. And because its summer count it a bonus if i see a bird of prey riding the early morning thermals looking for breakfast.