Racing To Sixty
Golfed on Sunday with a couple of gentlemen who were well into their 7th decade. We just met the guys and so we told a few stories in an effort to get to know one another.
The one guy told us about playing all the famous courses in Scotland - he received the gift from his wife so he could celebrate his 60th birthday.
Reminded me that I have just three weeks left in my 50’s.
Now, all of my classmates have reached the nice, round number but I was one of the late born kids.
Sixty!!!
Seems insane to me.
When we golf I always head into the woods and search for golf balls.
I don’t need golf balls, and the ones I find I either give away or save for Sam in a huge box in our storage room…
…he needs golf balls.
But I search for them, through the woods, up and down little embankments, and under tree because when I’m looking for them I still feel like a kid.
I usually go home with dirt all over me and cuts in my arms and legs.
I don’t take for granted that I move pretty well across job sites and up and down ladders and scaffolds for a guy fast approaching 60…
…lately I’ve been appreciating it more because it’s not going to last forever.
I watched the 75-year old guy hit the golf ball.
It was encouraging.
Hopefully there’s still plenty of time to go…
…but who knows?
Approaching 60….
…is crazy to me!
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