So it’s about 44° when I head out for tennis – at noon – in southern Florida. For reference, the normal for this December/January has been about 74° until a few days ago.
No worries. A buddy of mine and I had no problems playing golf in shorts in a few Indiana winters regardless of how many weird looks we’d get. Like everybody else, I throw on and begin with an extra layer, but cold out or not, I’m down to shorts and a thin shirt when the beads of sweat build up. As they did today.
We were playing doubles and given the cold, we had a higher than normal crowd watching rather than playing. Right at the start of this new set, I broke out in a sweat. No way I’m waiting until the end of the first game to break free. So while our opponent was picking up a loose ball, I casually and quickly unzipped my leg cuffs and played out that point.
Very cool – no interruptions. Now’s my chance – the server is walking mid court for a loose ball. Gotta move quickly so I toss down my warmups and like any good warmups, they drop straight to my ankles. It is at this moment I catch the bright blue color of my shorts out of the corner of my eye and instantly it registers – I don’t have a bright blue pair of shorts. “Underwear?? @#$@# where are my shorts??” went the thought.
That’s what I get for getting up early today. I threw on my warmups to get through emails as I was hesitant to switch the lightly used AC to heat. And of course, I would never double up with shorts inside.
So, I’ve been 40 for 2 weeks now, but this is the first time I’ve felt it. And for those of you who think you can’t still touch your toes in record time, I’ll bet you can. Like you, I just haven’t been properly motivated - until today.
The moral of this story? Don’t change your habits after 40, you could end up showing your ass.
Author | Dave Darby
Dave Darby is a husband, father of 5, son, entrepreneur, speaker and well, a renaissance man who frequently needs to dump his brain on thoughts about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
