Growing up Is a trap

It came to my attention (and that of my wife) last week that if the car you are racing goes off the road down a steep bank then it pays to be fit, strong and healthy.

My poor wife had to lift the passenger door against gravity and then push up on the roll cage to extract herself and is now covered in bruises. 

So exactly what does “fit strong and healthy” mean. 

Apparently, not what I thought it did.

The confusion reminds me of the Alanis Morissette song, Isn’t it Ironic.

In an endeavour to stay healthy, I can do a few hundred squats without too much of a challenge, with weights if necessary. But if I have to get on the ground to help change a wheel on the car, I need a helping hand to get up.

Similarly, I can lift weights, run a marathon, stretch out after, compete in a triathlon etc., but if I bend over to my shoe laces. I can put my back out and need bed rest for a few days. 

Still, I am not giving in.

I am still going to race cars, travel the world in business, play my guitar like a rock star, do crazy adventures, love my wife to the max and cross the finishing line in heaven kicking and screaming that it was a total riot.

At some point, it may have to stop, but not by my choice.

Growing up is a trap!

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