Another early morning ride. I love the freshness and coolness of the air in the mornings. I love that the world hasn’t quite awakened yet. I’ve got a cup of coffee in my stomach and I’m ready to go.
But maybe I’m getting a little old for it. I’m not some kid in my 20s…or 30s or 40s…anymore. And I’m coming to the realization that no matter how hard I push myself and no matter how far I go, it’s not coming back.
None of it is coming back.
When I was at the Senior NCO Academy (16 years ago) we did an exercise in the classroom that forced us to debate difficult issues. You had to agree or disagree with a statement made by the instructor and then defend your position while trying to convince others to come to your side. When the instructor said, “Homosexuals should be able to serve in the military,” I was the only one of 16 to agree. In the course of the debate, one of those who disagreed said, “I don’t want some dude checking me out in the shower,” to which I replied, “Look at me. I’m fat, bald, and out of shape. If some dude wants to check me out in the shower, he can go right ahead.”
This story comes to mind because as I stepped out of the shower this morning I was reminded that sometimes my wife opens the windows of our apartment’s bedroom and if I’m “uncovered” when I come out of the bathroom I’m facing the open window. This morning I realized for the first time that I didn’t care. If someone across the way wants a look, they can go right ahead.
I’m getting too old for this…