The other day while out running and gunning down the river, hitting spots to see if fish were around…
I slid down an eight foot tall near vertical, in my eyes, embankment.
Half way down my foot gets jammed up on a rock, my other foot doesn’t. An inelegant landing on the river bank and I hear myself say out loud…
I’m getting too old for this shit.
This morning I was out at sunrise. Barely 30 degrees. Feels raw, damp.
I’ve never been checked, but I know my joints are riddled with arthritis of some sort. I know my back is screwed up, that’s been checked.
I can feel it in my bones, literally. This change in weather. When I stretch and bend and move I can make virtually all of my bones snap and pop. I can do this when I’m not even trying, this time of year.
I get the weirdest looks from those close enough to hear this performance.
I’ve been out since sunrise, out fishing, out screwing around in the yard. Building nonsense things, cutting grass. The weather man says it’s 47 degrees out and I think that is the high for the day.
It’s now 3:30 PM, I just came in a few minutes ago. I can feel the flush rush of heat to my head, cheap high. My back feels like someone beat on me with a baseball bat. I stretch, everything pops from the base of my skull down to my fingertips.
It feels good.
I’m tired, but too late for a nap. I’ll be up all night.
I am getting too old for this shit.
cofisher
6 Oct 2012Ken, it was in the 30s today and no way was I going to even try. A couple of weeks ago I did just what you described only my trip was a not so gentle slope. I’ve had a sharp pain between my shoulder blades ever since that keeps me from being able to cast. I’m too old for this shit! Hang in there buddy. It’s nice to have someone fall apart with.
Ken G
6 Oct 2012It’s funny how not that long ago I didn’t think twice about taking the most direct way possible to get down to the water. I’m going to say I’ve got smarter about it, except for this time. Now I’ll still get down to the water, I just may have to go a bit out of my way. I like to think I’m in decent shape Howard, though a bit creaky. I hate to see what happens when I really start to fall apart. Pass the Advil, will ya?
Pam
7 Oct 2012No sir, for the past few weeks its been pass the loratab for me! ha! I’m recovering from hip surgery after turning 50 this year. That’s all, not 70 or 75. Hip surgery, are you kidding me!? I’m telling myself, “At least it wasn’t a replacement.” It was an attempt to repair some necrosis. It was caused by multiple rounds of prednisone earlier this year and hopefully (fooling myself) not from getting older.
Ken G
7 Oct 2012Pam, I’m in denial all the time as to the exact cause of my ailments. It’s not age, I just push myself too hard. HA!
Jim McClellan
8 Oct 2012Our saying down here is BCNE (Birth Certificate Nearing Expiration). Getting older ain’t for the faint of heart.
Ken G
8 Oct 2012On a good day Jim, I handle it quite well. This wasn’t some of those good days. I think I could squeeze a couple of more decades or so out of that birth certificate, as long as they never stop making Advil.