I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. As we age, sometimes you forget that you aren't the finely tuned physical machine you once were. I have a hard time shutting the switch of my 21 year old self's line of thinking off. In fact, 21 year old me routinely argues with, and tells terrible lies to, 41 year old me. This is how some of those arguments go;
21 Me: Hey, its lunch time. We should eat.
41 Me: It's only 11:15 a.m. We can wait a while.
21 Me: C'mon! We're hungry!
41 Me: Fine, we'll get a burrito.
21 Me: A burrito?? That's it? How about two and a taco?
41 Me: Good lord, no!
21 Me: Just sayin'...we'll be hungry again soon.
41 Me: Shutup
Walks into Taco Villa and orders two burritos.
21 Me: We're gonna play in that softball tournament, right?
41 Me: Tournament?! Hells no! They play 5-6 games, some don't start until midnight. That's way past our 9:30 bedtime.
21 Me: C'mon! We used to do that every weekend! I bet we're still better than plenty of those younger dudes.
41 Me: Shutup.
Plays in tournament, legs and back hurt for a week.
21 Me: Hey, let's get some new shoes!
41 Me: Yeah, I saw some Toms that I like.
21 Me: Toms?! You can't run fast in Toms.
41 Me: We're not running anywhere. We're 41 years old.
21 Me: Just sayin'...you never know. Remember that time at the bar? That guy challenged us to a race in the parking lot...think we would have won if we wore Toms??
41 Me: Shutup
Walks into Cardinal's and picks out Nikes.
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