Getting Old Is Not a Good Thing

It’s funny how your perception of age changes as you get older. I remember as a kid I thought anyone who was in their 20’s had reached middle age. My parents were ancient when they were in their 30’s. As a kid I remember asking my grandparents what it was like to live without electricity and indoor plumbing because they were so old when in their 50’s. Now as I have a birthday coming up in the next few days I am constantly reminded of how old I am getting. My son firmly believes that I was first mate on the ark with Noah and more than once he has asked me which of the animals were hardest to take care of while we were stuck on that boat. Trying to correct him has become pointless as he will never believe his dad isn’t that old. Now when he brings that subject up I just politely remind him that I am younger than his mom so if I’m that old just think how ancient she is. Trina of course finds very little humor in any of this and makes a conscious effort to remind the kids that while dad is technically correct, the age difference is only three months. Hey, three months is three month and I need any advantage I can get.


Age is a relative thing though. Like I don’t feel any older than I did when I was in college but one look at our wedding picture and I realize that time has indeed passed. Trina looks seriously old compared to those pictures. You know, I can only get away with comments like that because I know she doesn’t read this blog very often. If she did, I would be sleeping on the couch a lot more often than I do now. Getting old isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. When I was a kid I could hardly wait for my birthday to come so I would be just a little bit older because being older meant I got to do more stuff. Now an approaching birthday is met with equal doses of dread and resentment. It is not that I am afraid of getting old; it is just what that age brings. Take physical appearance for example. I’ve never thought of myself as good looking. In fact I count landing Trina as one of the eight wonders of the world as I cannot imagine why a great looking girl like her would settle for someone like me. You know it’s funny, 26 years later she is now saying the same thing. It’s good to know that we now can agree on things.

Age has a way of creeping up on you then smacking you over the head with a 2×4. I remember as a teenager playing in a baseball all-star game in the Babe Ruth league. I hit a home run down the left field line that in my opinion was incorrectly called a foul ball. The next pitch I grounded to the shortstop that resulted in a collision with the first baseman that broke his leg and broke my wrist. They carted him off on a stretcher and I stayed in the game and played both ends of a double-header before having my wrist put into a cast. That arm healed well enough that I was still able to play ball that summer on a travelling team. Compare that to now and things just don’t heal that quickly. It’s been over a year since I had my last reconstructive shoulder surgery and yet I have little strength in that arm. What was once one of my strengths has become a major weakness that opponents can take advantage of. I guess that is what is most frustrating is that you still feel like you can play at the same level you always have but your body disagrees leaving you to wonder where your youth went. I have gotten a new appreciation of the players at the Major League level who are trying to hang on for one more year. I still have the same passion for the game that I always have its just that my body can no longer cash the checks my mind seems to be passing. So while my kids may be measuring me for a rocking chair where I can sit and stare out the window I am still trying to figure out how to get back into playing shape because I know I am capable of lacing up the spikes and getting out on the field. Getting old isn’t as cool as I thought it would be when I was a kid.


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