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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Zippatuh on August 04, 2003, 10:52:18 AM
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My exceptionally smart arse decides to play a round of golf on Saturday. What the hell, the wife is doing things with the in-laws and I have the day to myself. I’m gonna go play some small ball. Maybe hit the driving range and play 9 holes. It’s about 87 degrees at 10 am, lets head out.
After some errands I get to the course about 11:00 and put my name in on the walk on list. I have about an hour until tee off so I hit a small bucket.
We tee off about 12:15, me and three others riding. I had the bright idea to walk and carry 18 instead of 9 (like I usually do). Sure, I’ll get some exercise.
By the time I walked up to the tee on 15, my kitty cat was crying! Difficult course, a lot of hills, and long par 4’s and longer 5’s. The heat index got up to about 100 with the humidity and 4 liters of water didn’t help the salt loss as I tried to hide the leg cramps I was starting to get finishing up on 17. I got home afterwards and my legs seized up on me like nothing ever before.
Scared the bejebus out of my wife, lol. I tried to tell her it was just leg cramps and that they would pass in a few minutes. About an hour actually.
Afterward I weighed my bag to see what I was carrying, 22 pounds. I don’t consider myself that out of shape but them 22 pounds kicked my arse in about 3 and half hours.
So, when did you realize you weren’t "young" anymore?
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39... playing in a men's hockey league... 18 and up... my gawd they were fast.
Think I was in the best shape of my life at 33.
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I was carrying the rear quarter of an elk up the side of a mountain ridge in Colorado at about 10,000 feet. Camp was on the other side of the ridge.
We killed 4 elk in that hole that year. By the end of the trip, I knew I wasn't a "kid" anymore. I was 45, IIRC.
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Originally posted by Toad
I was carrying the rear quarter of an elk up the side of a mountain ridge in Colorado at about 10,000 feet. Camp was on the other side of the ridge.
We killed 4 elk in that hole that year. By the end of the trip, I knew I wasn't a "kid" anymore. I was 45, IIRC.
hehe, 10,000 feet will make even a kid not feel like a kid anymore! (unless you live there year around)
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I'm 34.
When I thought kids were dressing stupid with their baggy clothes and I began to think that their music was too loud is when I realized I was old.
Seriously, I grew up listening to old rap (NWA, Run DMC, LL Cool J) but I just can't stand all this hip-hop crap since it all sounds the same to me.
I really do like loud music (Slayer, old-Metallica, Megadeth, et al) but I freaking hate hearing the sound of a bass thumping from 1/2 a mile down the road outside my house.
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When I was younger (less than 30), I'd go to work and the neighborhood kids would ambush me. It was something of a ritual. I'd have 2 on my leggs and one hanging off my back holding me around the neck. I'd always stop, turn to the wife and say "Did you just hear something?" pretending not to notice that there were little rats hanging off of me. Then I'd take two more steps and throw all 3 of them into a little pile of bodies on the front lawn.
The 3rd one is graduating this year. They are all 1 foot taller than me... though I'm pretty sure I could still take any of them 1:1... the 3 of them would total me. Remembering what I used to be able to do is what makes me feel old. Even if its not just me that's changing.
MiniD
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Originally posted by Zippatuh
So, when did you realize you weren’t "young" anymore?
My first *real* I-think-I'm-going-to-die-but-should-for-some-unlikely-reason-I-do-pull-through-this-I-swear-to-God-himself-I-will-never-ever-drink-again-as-long-as-I-shall-live hangover.
Occuring the same week as an embarrasing/frustrating... erhm... episode involving... ... how you say... penile erectitude non-compliance...
I also have this horrible image embedded into memory...
I generally tend to avoid looking at myself in the mirror. I'm a pastey white guy afterall. One morning, however, as I got out of the shower I caught a sideways glimpse of myself in the mirror. Something was different here... and I was compelled to investigate further, however distasteful the idea of that was...
There were the solid makings of a beer gut that formed who knows when... Flab had formed on my arms and like, on my back. It was as if overnight, all of a sudden I have it... it... there's no other word I can think of to describe it... man-body. And once it's upon you there's no going back.
Sheeit... this thread is depressing. Is 9 in the morning too early for a beer or should I wait 'til noon? :D
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My 30th birthday. Horrible day it was too.
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around 30, when i pulled my back out good for the first time after swinging an old 15hp sears outboat over the same fence I'd done dozens of times b4, then the boat then doing it in reverse to load up the stuff after fishin. beer held it in place that night - then wakin up the next morning and having to crawl to the bathroom
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i realised i wasn't young when..........
oh wait, i am still young! :D
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My son beat me in basketball one on one... he was 19. I was 40.
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Originally posted by Zippatuh
So, when did you realize you weren’t "young" anymore?
Im 33 now...but when I was 31, I had gained a good deal of weight from sitting on my ass, computer games, etc etc. I'm 5'9 and weighed in at 255 pounds. Thought Id do a walk and my ankles just felt completely locked/rock hard after the first mile. Eh gad
Since then , dropped the weight, eat right, go to the gym daily...do 2 miles on the treadmill to warm up and 2 miles on the cardio machine. I've since brought my weight down to 175 and feel great
Once my hand has fully recovered (2 more surgeries to go), then I look forward to getting into weight training.
Gaining weight is a cinch, loosing it and maintaining your weight is the harder part....I wish I had those 18 year olds metabolism!
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about 3 or 4 years ago.
I was asst coach for my sons little league team, and had to drop the score book off at the league (he played seniors 14-17 yr, so they had to play 'off site' to use the 90' diamond), and there is a senior girls softball tournement going on.
so as I walk up these 2 17 year old girls come running up t me and the first one says "are you the coach for the xxx team?"
and before I could tell her I wasn't her friend (the little witch) says, "Thats not him, their coach is a young hot guy!"
I used to be a young hot guy, I was honest, I'm not kid'n, I mean it, stop laugh'n
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Originally posted by LePaul
Im 33 now...but when I was 31, I had gained a good deal of weight from sitting on my ass, computer games, etc etc. I'm 5'9 and weighed in at 255 pounds. Thought Id do a walk and my ankles just felt completely locked/rock hard after the first mile. Eh gad
Since then , dropped the weight, eat right, go to the gym daily...do 2 miles on the treadmill to warm up and 2 miles on the cardio machine. I've since brought my weight down to 175 and feel great
Once my hand has fully recovered (2 more surgeries to go), then I look forward to getting into weight training.
Gaining weight is a cinch, loosing it and maintaining your weight is the harder part....I wish I had those 18 year olds metabolism!
Right on Dude!
I've had the opposite problem my whole life, could never gain weight! Stood at 155 lbs. forever it seemed like...to this day, at age 43, I can still eat anything I want and never gain an ounce...I once sat down and ate an entire Banana Cream pie and the next day when I weighed myself I was 2 lbs. lighter than the day before! Anyway, I started weight training 8 years ago to gain weight and I've put on about 45-50 lbs.
:p
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Originally posted by Ripsnort
Right on Dude!
I've had the opposite problem my whole life, could never gain weight! Stood at 155 lbs. forever it seemed like...to this day, at age 43, I can still eat anything I want and never gain an ounce...I once sat down and ate an entire Banana Cream pie and the next day when I weighed myself I was 2 lbs. lighter than the day before! Anyway, I started weight training 8 years ago to gain weight and I've put on about 45-50 lbs.
:p
Im sorry, I still hate you :D
What next, hair tips? hehe
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Originally posted by LePaul
Im sorry, I still hate you :D
What next, hair tips? hehe
LOL!
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Originally posted by Zippatuh
So, when did you realize you weren’t "young" anymore?
Reading a thread like this and realising that everyone in it was younger than me! I think Nash knows which forum this occurred in! :D
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I was lounging around Pinochet's boat one afternoon when the captain of the guard pulled up and said he had some American sorority girls that he had brought in for questioning. The General asked me if I'd care to assist and I declined. I had just hose-whipped some rebels earlier in the day and just didn't have the energy for an afternoon session. That's when I realized I was too old for the two-a-days and fled to Florida.
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I read somewhere once, that you know you're old when you become invisible to teenage girls.
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Originally posted by midnight Target
I read somewhere once, that you know you're old when you become invisible to teenage girls.
I'm about 10 months from 60, never had kids, 17 years into my second marrage and I'm still my nieces favorite uncle.
A few weeks ago I had her and 5 of her friends, all 14 to 15 years old, out on my boat for two days of tubing and skiing....got a kiss from each one as a thankyou....
Old is only in the mind if your body doesn't give you away.
I've never grown up and I like it that way.
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39....I hurt myself sleeping.
Now I'm a 43 year old hasbeen.:)
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Originally posted by Zippatuh
So, when did you realize you weren’t "young" anymore?
I'm 24... haven't had this problem yet. :D
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Couple a years ago I caught myself checking the curb hieght at cross-walks.
Alltho when Toad came down last year I felt younger rite off.
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Bunch of whiners.....growing old is my goal, I'm 51. Sounds old doesn't it? It's not! I am a horny old man, and my wife thinks I'm nuts. I am! I sleep 5-6 hours a night, and when it's time for sleep, I am out like a light. I do a lot of traveling, and try to excercise at the hotels, but I got to tell you, those young women execs hog the machines, change the history channel to their bullchit. And, when you say excuse me, but just maybe someone was watching the T.V., they ignore you. Now that's what I call growing old, because I just walk away. Also, if my wife and I go to the movies, just give me a quiet dark scene, and I'm asleep...no problem. Also, I've started wearing button shirts, and not tucking them in. Geez, I'm turning into my Dad........lol :D
Thorns
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well i am still a kid!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA TO ALL U OLD PEOPLE!!!!!
:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
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I'm 56, felt older last year than I do now. A lot of it has to do with your perception of yourself. I had a tacky job last year, worked for slave wages and a**hole bosses. This year I have a good job where I'm liked by the bosses and everyone around me and I am making more than I ever have in my life. It all does make a difference.
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I had a similar experience on a hot day at the course. I am paired up with this 20-something "Daddy's Money" smart arse and sweating my tail off in the 100+ temp. After 6 holes he looks at me and says "If you collapse and need mouth to mouth....your just gonna die!" The worst part was he beat me by 6 strokes. :mad:
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Thirty was REAL tough..
The toughest.
Fifty was cake.
Thirty the "I'm not a kid" kicked in HARD..
I got over it.
I've lost track..
It's a sign of age, or the cheap beers..
I don't remember..
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First realized I was getting old when I was attracted to a girl younger than me. Then realized that I had worked with her Father ten years earlier when she was 12 years old. But then again my girlfriend now is seven years younger than me.
Later when I was out of work I couldn't get a job because I was too old. Then I got one only to known as Grandad by the young whippersnappers I worked with. Huh, young people now days. no respect!!!!!!!!!!!! Why in my day.......................ahe m
Lately I notice my eyesight is fading, reading glasses on the way in the next few years. On a positive note no sign of grey hairs and it's all still there too.
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I realized I was old once I accepted that most chicks my age are either married, plan to get married, are pregnant or got kids. :D
Then I started doing THIS:
(http://home1.stofanet.dk/stsanta/wooh1.jpg)
And now I am a little kid again!
Wooh!
I doubt I'll ever grow up, or rather I hope so. Have none of the goals of my age-peers. Career? Bah, I'm in it for the money, nothing else. Kids? Pesky little critters that suck up resources. House/car/status stuff? Doesn't appear important to me. I could live in this little rathole I have for the rest of my life and be perfectly content with it. If 'maturing' is supposed to change all that, I don't plan on maturing at all :D
All about perspective or lack thereof (in my case). Youth is wasted on the young anyway and so on and stuff.
My body is certainly not what it has been - I get hung over easily and it takes a bit longer to recover from exercise. I grump when i get outta the sofa after sitting down for a good while.
But to quote Team Hardbox's motto: So sweet What!
:D
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being 29 made me feel old, end of the 20's, in my late 20's etc etc but once i turned 30 i felt soooo much better to be in the 30 somethings as in this age group I'm a baby again :D
the winter thats what make me feel old as all my injuries from skateboarding and surfing (back,knees,shoulder) ache all the time, I need to move to the sun :)
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Originally posted by Thorns
I do a lot of traveling, and try to excercise at the hotels, but I got to tell you, those young women execs hog the machines, change the history channel to their bullchit. And, when you say excuse me, but just maybe someone was watching the T.V., they ignore you. Now that's what I call growing old, because I just walk away.
Wow, you are old! But not very wise. Obviously you're missing their subtle cues that they're simply competing with you for dominance. They want you to capture them, to put them in their place, to be taken by a real man and feel the ravages of "angry sex". Give'em a hockey-style hip check off the treadmill, grab that remote and switch it to The History Channel, then wrap your muscular forearms around her waist and kiss her the way she was meant to be kissed.
Unless she's just too hideous to be touched, in which case you tell her "Sorry, honey, you're just not worth the effort. You better put in a few more miles." Then you walk away and leave them to deal with the emotional damage of rejection.