Above and beyond that which you've been led to believe, I am 46 years old. And unlike most people, I have no problem w/ getting older. I've been told that I am aging well and have grown into it gracefully. The only thing I have regrets about is the fact that in my early adulthood, approximately 20 years old, I developed a heart condition which put an end to my athletic endeavors. I used to work out really hard; until I was drenched in sweat. I have been unable to do that since. Most of my workouts have always been 'half-speed' ever since. But aging is cool. I am not the same man I was then. I am now the man God intended.
51, and unlike Gregg, I have sawdust in my hair. Only at the temples, though. I have a full head of hair, and don't expect to lose it. My dad and my gran-dad (Pake, for those who know what that means ) both had a full head of silver hair in their old, old age. My dad is 86, but weakening lately. My Pake lived to in his nineties. And both of them, just like me now, had a time of physical let-down at around this time of life.
On a side note:
My dad survived cancer. We thought it was really something that he survived the treatments, but he beat the cancer too. 22 years later, and no trace of it anymore.
He's been in the hospital the last few weeks, waiting to go to a care facility. He can't go home anymore. So he's waiting to go to his eternal home now.
They say that you are only as old as you feel. Well, in that case, some days I am 73. Chronologically, I am 25. I will be 26 on August 23, in case some of you want to buy me some books. :book:
And, because I have never used it and because it makes me laugh every time I see it: