I hit 30 and as expected, I started to slow down. I wasn’t 20 anymore.
I hit 35 and I’d been off the couch for a couple of years. I was in better shape than I’d been at any point in my 20’s.
I hit 40 and I’d been off the couch for six years. I was in better shape than at any time in my 20’s or 30’s – by a lo0000000ooong shot. I could easily hold an 8 minute mile pace running for ten miles.
Almost two years ago now, I hit 45. I’d given up running a few years before and I was big into cycling. I wasn’t only in the best shape of my life, I actually felt like it. I didn’t have any major aches or pains to speak of. My resting heart rate was in the low 40’s and I felt fantastic.
The other day the fact that I’m closing on 50 hit me in the funny bone. 50!?! Really?
I started thinking back to my 20’s when 40 seemed like it was so far away, or my 30’s when today seemed like a lifetime away. Doing the math, if I can double my current age and make it to 94, my Thirteen year-old daughter will be 60.
On one hand, man does it seem to be going fast. On the other, I’m really having a good time of it. While life isn’t perfect and I go through the occasional tough time or struggle, I quit drinking when I was just 22 years-old and managed to stick with it. I did one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do in life as a kid. After that, it’s no hill for a climber for most of life’s common trouble. Not only that, I have the benefit of being able to use the same principles used to recover on anything that even feels like trouble in life. Truthfully, it’s like going through life with a cheat sheet. The only rub is living a life of humility, honesty and decency isn’t always easy either. Let’s face it, we’re not exactly raised to think like that anymore.
That notwithstanding, lets get back to the point. I’m not as worried about 50 as I used to be. What I thought 50 would be when I was 20 and what it will be if I continue along this path are two very different things. Not only due to recovery, but because of my fitness as well. When my dad hit 50, he was well on his way to slowing down. He couldn’t run as well anymore and he was pretty much limited to playing golf. This is what I imagined 50 to be. Worse, most of the people I’ve known, slow down as they hit their late 40’s and it’s downhill from there. The difference in my case is I’m still getting faster.
Obviously, I can’t tell the future. Still, from this perspective I’ve got a lot to look forward to, and that’s a good place to be in these last few years before the Big Five-O.
Thanks for this post! Gives me hope 😊
Ah you youngsters!!!!
I am living proof it is fine! Tomorrow I am swimming in my first swim meet EVER. And I will be 51 in March. Keep on my friend!
You’re awesome, dude! I remember all of the work on the flip turns! Too cool! Good luck.
Ah – go figure… I had a took pulled in November and the swelling impacted my vestibular balance system. I get mild vertigo when I flip. So I will be doing open turns tomorrow. Oh well – at least I’m swimming!
What are the chances?! From getting a tooth pulled?!
An insightful post. Since I started riding again regularly (after a break of 20years), I feel better at 50 minus 1 than I did 5 years ago! I still play competitive cricket at a good level and have better fitness, focus and stamina than many of those with more talent half my age. I guess that those with the wisdom of our generation make more opportunities to be more active than our fathers.
Thanks, man. That’s a great point too. We do make more opportunities. Well said.
I’m 50 in a few weeks and I’m looking for an ironman PB this year maybe even a half marathon PB TOO.
Looking to be stronger , fitter & wiser at 50 than my previous decade markers,😀
Good luck and look forward to many more fast years ahead
I figure I’ve got at least 23 fast years left if I keep it up. Good luck Zoe! Go get it!
Greta post – I don’t ride as far as you but love it.
I ride with guys in there late 60s ( a few years older than me) and they often give me a belting but it means that I’ve got plenty of riding years left in me!
Gotta love it, Browney! Most of my friends are between 55 & 65 too. Those retired fellas are TOUGH!
Indeed they are.
50 is the new 40!