Oldest guy alive said:Jesus christ man, you are only 35? You haven't even BEGUN the downhill
journey. About 37 to 42 is when heart attacks, strokes, cancer, kill
the weaklings.
The body stops "growing" at like 25. The 30s are supposed to be when
the break-down process begins. I'm certainly feeling it, what with a
spinal hernia and a mysterious tennis elbow from lifting weights! I
am soooooooo not looking forward to The Big-Four-Oh....
Quoted message said:But bloated [censored] like us who live longer will really
enjoy it at 50, then 55, then...oh just kill me now, please? At 50 you
feel like it's over, no amount of lifting alone puts on muscle, it
only hurts more. I don't even have the heart to tell you what the next
20 bring. If you are feeling like that at 35, you'll commit suicide by
45, nevermind 50 or over.
I've never thought suicide unreasonable. When I stop enjoying this
party called life, I will leave! So I'm going to the gym now, even
taking creatine and protein powders out of desperation, to see how
long I can keep up what youthful strength and vigor I have left -- to
see if I can even go some better than my youthful self, like benching
405-lbs. (I'm at my old personal best of 315-lbs. right now), or
running a ~5-6 minute mile, etc.
You know, maybe I'll be a bum when I get old, a tramp, a vagabond, a
wanderer...like them solitary old guys who travel the world by bicycle
on www.crazyguyonabike.com...I wouldn't need to worry about
appearances then, no need to worry about quality protein, enough
sleep, blah blah blah...in a way, I could see myself enjoying old
age...but from the perspective of youth, running and lifting and doing
whatever I want, oh my God, it's a horrible prospect...it's true, old
people do look like lizards! Every time I take the bus (see, I used
to bike most everywhere, but these days I actually take the bus!
Pretty soon I'll buy a car, too, finally...ugh) and see them old
people taking a whole minute to get on or off -- which is every day,
practically every three stops -- I shudder and actually feel a sense
of disgust...what a joke, to decay for the next forty or fifty years!
Just decay...my God, imagine something spoiling, literally dying,
every day for the next five decades...what a joke!!!