One thing about getting older is those things you loved to do to be challenged somehow seem scarier, and it’s more of a challenge to even think about attempting them again. Like hang gliding... yeah, my hubby used to do that too. But after a somewhat serious crash, he hasn’t quite gotten up the nerve to try again.
Oh sure, he pulls his hang glider out, wipes it down, checks all the lines, makes sure all the mechanical parts are working well, and then he puts it back up again. No plans for a trip. No, hey let’s join the group over in Lassen, or Woodrat, or along the coast. Sure we stopped at Point of the Mountain in Utah last summer to watch the hang gliders and paragliders, but he didn’t think about bringing his hang glider, nor has he talked about making another trip out there.
I’m like that too. I have a snowboard I haven’t really used since before I left residency in Buffalo... almost 9 years ago. Sure it’s in the attic... along with my boots, helmet, day bag, etc. I think about going sometimes. I think about the challenge of the mountain and how fun it would be to be standing on top of Heavenly again looking down at the lake... and then I think about my knees, and my feet, and how I’d probably be out of breathe getting off the chair lift...
Getting older sucks...
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I live on the coast in Vietnam and at the beach there is always someone wanting to take people kite-boarding or para-sailing. I just haven't done it yet.
I also have a huge bucket list and I fear that some of the items on that list I did not cross off soon enough. I get older, some of the things on that list don't seem nearly as appealing as they did when I first put them on there. Age does that.
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