Tonight I reached a new low.
I’d played basketball at the ol’ gym, and afterword ran into a guy lifting weights. He’s a kid who usually plays, but sat out because of knee pain. “How old are you?” I asked.
“I’m 23,” he said.
“Wait til you get to be my age,” I cracked.
“How old are you.”
“I’m 43.”
“Wow,” he said. “You look good.”
I’ve officially reached the point where I’m old enough to look good for being old.
Variation of that conversation I’ve actually had:
AARP GENERATION DUDE: “Don’t worry, you’re still a young guy, it will work out.”
ME: “Young? How old do you think I am?”
OLDER GUY: “Uh … 35? 36?”
ME: “I’m 42.”
OLDER GUY: “Wow! Oh, OK.”
Translation: “Sheesh. Why aren’t you successful or something by now?”
Jeff, One of my friends, at 60, still plays hardcore (slow break) basketball
. My advice is run to Dick’s Sporting and buy two tight knee pads. Your knees will be first to go or when you stop playing first to fail.
Wait til your my age. I’m 60 and get the you look good comment a lot. It is ok but I am still 60, comment or no comment.
I hear ya. I get it too- “you look
good- for being 42 and having twins!” Ouch! Aging is not easy- I went back to UD last weekend, for Alumni Weekend, and it was bizarre. I highly recommend it, though. Was able to go with a close college friend and relive it while also being glad it’s over. Would love to hear your perspective on the changes there in the past 20+ years!