I went through all that. Now might shave the legs in spring mud season with a hair razor. Easier to wash off mud and knee pads don’t yard out the hairs when I get sweaty and sticky. I think at some point in my 50s I decided that training, actual structured training was no longer dignified. Dude, what are you trying to prove at this age?
I have noticed that at 66 that I cannot ride like I used to. I have to slow down, go on fewer epic rides. I need the recovery more than ever. If you’ve ever had a dog that lived to be old you notice that they are like a lithium ion battery. The battery is good for a long time than suddenly loses the ability to hold a charge and it dies. I’m like that now. I need a fair bit more time to recharge and I run out of juice more quickly now. It is more healthy to accept that truth than to deny reality and keep training like fool. That said, I’m not sitting on the rocking chair out front yelling at kids. Nor am I the retro grouch pining for that Stumpjumper Team from 1988 that was the best bike ever. What those people are pining for in reality is not the equipment of that day, but the lithe strong body they had then.
Jan. 5, 2024, 10:11 a.m. - Andy Eunson
I went through all that. Now might shave the legs in spring mud season with a hair razor. Easier to wash off mud and knee pads don’t yard out the hairs when I get sweaty and sticky. I think at some point in my 50s I decided that training, actual structured training was no longer dignified. Dude, what are you trying to prove at this age? I have noticed that at 66 that I cannot ride like I used to. I have to slow down, go on fewer epic rides. I need the recovery more than ever. If you’ve ever had a dog that lived to be old you notice that they are like a lithium ion battery. The battery is good for a long time than suddenly loses the ability to hold a charge and it dies. I’m like that now. I need a fair bit more time to recharge and I run out of juice more quickly now. It is more healthy to accept that truth than to deny reality and keep training like fool. That said, I’m not sitting on the rocking chair out front yelling at kids. Nor am I the retro grouch pining for that Stumpjumper Team from 1988 that was the best bike ever. What those people are pining for in reality is not the equipment of that day, but the lithe strong body they had then.