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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