Me: "Damn, Jon, I dismounted that truck like a sixty-year-old man!"I won't be sixty for a while yet, and I firmly believe you're only as old as you think you are. I don't buy society's expectation at all that you automatically and inevitably turn into a pile of caca at a certain age.
Jon: "Uh, Mas, you are a, uh, you know –"
Me: "Oh, yeah…right…"
But there are times I wish I'd thought about the arthritic consequences down the road before doing things like exercising racehorses when I was young and stupid.
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I'm in roughly the same demographic as you are, and I'm just learning to shoot, and about guns. I went to Front Sight last month and loved it. My arthritic knees willnot stand in my way!
Oh yeah. Tactical knee pads are a wonderful invention. Saves what's left of your joints for if things go Tango Uniform for real.
I'm coming up on the big seven-oh and I feel just like I did when I was thirty. Have no idea how I got to be this age! Plus, as a reminder of how lucky I am, I'm surrounded by "old" cowboys who are so busted up they walk like 90-year-olds when they're only fifty.
My mind and my heart still tell me that I'm a 21 year old stud, just like I was last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and that I'm invincible, and I can do anything with no problem, and.....
My knees and my back laugh at my heart and mind, and painfully bring me back to reality on a daily basis.
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