I still remember the moment I realized I was, indeed, no longer a young man. I fell of the semi trailer and landed with a "thud", instead of just bouncing like normal. I was 42.
Ten years later, I still absolutely love working with the guys on the farm, and even through seven eye surgeries and a close call due to DVT (blood clots), I'm more than holding my own. Last week I realized just how much I still love working close to physical exhaustion. The difference is that I can't do it for a week straight anymore. The concession to age I have to make is an extra recovery day per week.
But I can still pick up the redhead around her waist and "curl" her up for a kiss. Which is proof we're both in fighting shape....
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