I'm on a ski trip with the family and these old guy realities have presented themselves.
...when you go skiing with your grandchildren and they challenge you to a race and you say, "no thanks, I'm good."
...when you come to a junction and one way is groomed and the other way is moguls the size of VWs, and you pick the boring groomed run.
...when the lift opens at 8:30am and you are just fine with getting there by 10:30am.
...when the lifts close at 4pm and you are just fine stopping at 2:30pm.
Don't get me wrong, I'm quite content cruising and taking my time, but after years of go-go-go, I cannot believe I'm okay with slowing down. I'm either evolved or just plain old!
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