Mixed sporting terminology there, which is doubly weird as I haven’t played cricket since school and golf is terra incognita and always likely to remain so. Anyway, there is a point to the cricket and golf language which is…
I had my 50th birthday earlier this month and enjoyed very much the celebrating of it. However, the birthday reminded me of two things I held to be absolute truths about adults when I was just a child. Truth one: adults go to bed at midnight. Well this adult doesn’t – if I can get away with it, it’s much earlier, but then I am an early riser.
And truth two? Well that was that adults live to be 100. Look, I was only a child. Let’s face it when you’re a kid you think people in their 20s are pretty decrepit. So this all led me to thinking that if I had been correct when I was a child then my 50th birthday marked the halfway point and therefore, in golfing terms, I am now on the back nine. Seeing as I know most people do not live to be 100, in reality I am probably quite a long way through the back nine, but as I have pointed out before I am very aware of our fragile mortality so it’s not really anything to worry about.
Earlier this week I dusted off the bike and rode to work and then back again at the end of the day. All told a distance of slightly under 20 miles. The only trouble is I hadn’t ridden my bike since last autumn (what a slacker) and the next day my knees mounted their own protest at the unexpected exercise by giving me gyp every time I went up stairs. Now that’s definitely a sign of being grown-up.
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