So I turned 54 on Saturday. Thanks to all of you who sent me email and social media birthday wishes.
Fifty-friggin’-four. Where does the time go?
November is of course when the temperature drops (even in Texas, lol…), and football season begins to really heat up. It’s shocking to realize that it’s been over 32 years since I last strapped on the shoulder pads and helmet. Yet in my mind’s eye, it was just yesterday.
The thing is, I still feel just as vibrant and able. It’s a delusion, of course. To give or receive a hit – not to mention a game, or a season’s worth – would wreck me now. And I’m still shocked at the speed of the game. Something you just can’t fully appreciate until your down on the field. It is a not-so-
I’m doing pretty good “for my age”, though. Whatever that means. For me, it means comparing myself against my former me. I actually think, though, that being a well-muscled, lean-mean-
And maybe I have an advantage over others because I’ve never *not* been healthy. When I was young and didn’t know any better, healthy was just a consequence of being an active kid with parents who cared about me getting plenty of sleep, exploring the woods to his heart’s (and dog’s) content, exposing him to a variety of sports and eating properly. In that sense, I was very lucky.
But I picked up the ball from there.
So while my friends were into cars, and “things”, I was into how much I could lift and how fast I could run. Could I climb that? Can I jump over this?
By the summer of
I watched Bruce Jenner win the ’76 Olympic decathlon and I wanted nothing more than to be just like him. In the football off-season, of course. Because in football terms, I saw myself as the next manifestation of Ken Stabler. And since the summer Olympics were done before the football training camps began…
So it’s been a very cool, long and (knock on wood),
And when it does end, I intend it to be like an Acapulco cliff dive into the great beyond rather than a slow, miserable wade into the abyss.
So today I’m back in the gym, and back on the fixed-speed bike. Back to the entrepreneurial hustle. Comparing
Just like Kenny Stabler.
Heal thyself, harden thyself, change the world –