"Old" sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Whether it be cultural, emotional, or physiological, it hits you with the same kind of clarity as catching some skin in your zipper.
Mongo is lucky that in two out of the three...I am good to go. Not only am I in tune with what's going on with the kids in popular culture, I have the emotional capacity of a fifteen year old. Unfortunately, all of this youth is being held together in the body of a forty something.
Mongo tweaked something in his back yesterday riding the hills. Today I couldn't ride without being in a lot of pain...so I stopped. It sucks!
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