Guys and gals from my graduating class are starting to turn 50. Which, in the way of things, means that I'm not all that far from that daunting milestone myself. In many ways, though, I feel pretty good about the state of my corporeal being. I'm not in the best shape of my life, but I weigh the same thing I did 10 years ago, and I can play soccer for two hours every weekend, keeping pace with dudes 15-20 years my junior. And while my memory isn't what it once was (used to be aces at trivia games, which ain't the case these days), I generally make up for it with anticipation and experience. Just got promoted, and I've learned a whole lot this year, so I've retained a capacity to pick up new tricks, older dog status notwithstanding.
I look pretty good, too, at least by my standards. Got all my hair, skin's in good shape, eyes are bright and clear. All of that's subject to change.
So I took advantage of modern technology to freeze my avatar-self in this moment of reasonable pulchritude. Eat your hearts out, Gheorghies.
“Yo rob, I’m really happy for you, I’ll let you finish, but The Teej has one of the best memoghis of all time.”
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