40 and a day

It may look like I decided to post a picture of some body part everyday, but that’s not true: I don’t have that many body parts to show. While yesterday was about the timely scar the cat gave me as a 40th birthday present, today is about me showing off in the most ridiculous way that I can. For those among you who actually work out regularly, yes, this is me showing off…

Let’s rewind: I turned 40 yesterday. In other words and as far as everyone is concerned (except me and the cat), that’s old. I am old. Ancient. A senior citizen. Barely able to get by without a cane, life support and/or youngsters to walk me around. Case in point: my not-even-6-month-old baby girl laughs at my lack of flexibility. Then again, it’s a little unfair: I for one know how not to drool. Still. And I do have more and more grey hair that keeps showing up — in hair I still have, if you wanna focus on the bright side. And I do feel less and less inclined to hike for a week in the mountains. Although I admittedly never really enjoyed that kind of sh*t: why would you call “vacationing” struggling to walk in the wild for days on end? Get a car, a plane, a scooter… there are options!

Anyway, back to my now grand ol’ age. Funnily enough, I am actually in the best shape of my life. Because I have a younger wife and I have to keep running after her — literally. Because she kind of forcibly put me back in the gym a couple of years ago: I have to beat her at arm wrestling, otherwise what am I, a geek who spends his days typing away on his laptop? Moving on. The main reason I am in the best shape of my life is… I was never in such good shape to begin with. Which made it all the more possible to beat my 25-year old self at virtually any sport. Except chess.

So, here we are: I just completed my first post-40 work out this morning. And decided to quit while I’m ahead: I can always say I was (more or less) in shape at 40…