It’s not the age. It’s the weight!
When I went out, getting airborne like in my youth was not a problem… reconnecting with the sled? Quite different than from my days as a small 5th grader
After 50 I just drive the kids back and forth to cool sledding destinations and supply as much hot coco and warm blankets as they need for the kids to make the most out of the day.
Everything slowly becomes more painful at our age. The long recovery and constant reminders that you did something in the last few days is a bitch as well...
"If anything I need motivation not to ride, such as hearing the phrases, 'Yeah, that leg is broken' or 'If you go out on that ride then don't bother coming back.'" -- bikesnobnyc
Realizing how much my dad loved(s) me to play all those puppy games and take me tobogganing as a kid given how my current body aches with basic movement
We just bought a property that has an excellent sledding hill. Best part is it bottoms out in wetlands, so ice and trees at the end!
Hell yeah.
Oh, and I’m 60.
Don’t care at all.
I think I shattered my tailbone sledding on Mt. Sentinel as a kid… couldn’t sit for days. Made that drive home to Boise pretty painful. I feel you Hank!
I said the same thing when my niece and nephew challenged me to go on their trampoline. 5 min and 1 backflip later and I was hanging over the side throwing up.
Glorious while it lasts but painful when it’s over. The is a golf course near my Moms place in North Carolina where we sled down the fairways. One of them is several hundred feet long.. a very long descent. Walking back up slope is brutal, but I can manage a handful of runs before I take a rest.
That's how you do it. Rail against the dying light and show the world that your body does what you want it to even if it starts an internal civil war afterwards.
When I was young, my friends an I spent substantial time & effort to construct a "banked turn" to allow greater speed on a steep hill. It turned out that what we actually made was a "sled jump" that resulted in a broken nose and a bloody tree. Not my nose, thankfully.
I live in Santa Cruz, California, home of the Giant Dipper.
Nothing helped me understand aging more than getting on that thing in my 50s. Elasticity is a thing. That fades. And leaves us simply a bag of bones that slam together in unforgiving ways. And I have cushion!!
lol. Last time I went sledding, I landed an unintentional backflip off of a jump. The hill was mostly ice.
I’m double that age now. I think I’d be in bed for 4 days if I tried that again.
I thought this a week ago, except instead of sledding it was 'climb up 3 tiers of rock wall, and then, like Jack and Jill, come tumbling down'. 9 yo me was better at scampering over rocks in bare feet!
Thankfully only scrapes and bruises, nothing busted.
Nope, don't do it. I hike for hours every weekend - and hike on expeditions (Salkantay/Mt Kilimanjaro/Dolomites, etc) as an oldster myself.... keep moving... it will keep you young.
It’s the lack of snow that fucks me up. Cardboard sleds don’t hold in the rain when you’re going over the rust’n’asphalt of Industrial Hills.
This town relied [absurdly—ignorantly so] heavily on the annual inch.
#NowWhat
Why does this happen. *when* does this happen? Is there a YEAR where the body is like “oof. Sledding. That’s rough”. There has to be, right? When was that year for you ??
I tried one run on a Sparky-style saucer yesterday, on icy stuff with a minor jump. At 40 that would've been fine. But at 45, I'm a little stiff today. I don't feel any pain at the tailbone at all, which I presume means it's entirely gone.
As a kid, I was sledding on the part of the hill with jumps constructed on it, and part of the fun for me was losing control and then tumbling down the hill.
Unfortunately, my cousin was right behind me riding on one of those old-fashioned metal rail sleds. I nearly lost my ear that day.
I just turned 45 and I walked too fast for the bus last week. I say “too fast” because until last week I didn’t know my body had a too fast to walk setting. But every step I take I know now lol. Sledding? Vaya con Dios my friend lol
I feel your pain. I have a 5 year old and when he wants to play rough, you bet your boots I’m gonna play rough. However, the following morning it is clear he was the winner.
I went and Bowled 4 games, I am turning 68 at the end of this month… And let me tell you… After not bowling for 40 years or so, I was sore as all get out… But in a good way… You know? Happy new year.
Well usually you warm up before doing intentional physical activity (I would hope) but suddenly going from being sedentary to rushing around gives your muscles no time to get bloodflow going and develop elasticity.
Check out LL Beans inflatable saucers. They come in a manly red and black checkered flannel 😃and cushion the impact but hard shell bottom allows for good speed 👍
Nearly broke my neck sledding when I was a kid. Three of us on one sleigh and there was a small jump. Now I think about it, that might be why my neck is so fucked up.
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When I went out, getting airborne like in my youth was not a problem… reconnecting with the sled? Quite different than from my days as a small 5th grader
"If anything I need motivation not to ride, such as hearing the phrases, 'Yeah, that leg is broken' or 'If you go out on that ride then don't bother coming back.'" -- bikesnobnyc
Hell yeah.
Oh, and I’m 60.
Don’t care at all.
I keep saying I won't let age stop me and my body is screaming STOP!!!
#gamingthesystem
We'll see how I feel after I wake up...
Nothing helped me understand aging more than getting on that thing in my 50s. Elasticity is a thing. That fades. And leaves us simply a bag of bones that slam together in unforgiving ways. And I have cushion!!
I’m double that age now. I think I’d be in bed for 4 days if I tried that again.
Thankfully only scrapes and bruises, nothing busted.
This town relied [absurdly—ignorantly so] heavily on the annual inch.
#NowWhat
https://bsky.app/profile/hankgreen.bsky.social/post/3leyxir3ccs2x
Unfortunately, my cousin was right behind me riding on one of those old-fashioned metal rail sleds. I nearly lost my ear that day.
Why does shoveling snow become so insanely dangerous once you reach a certain age?
This year the goal is to hit 18 miles, though I haven't gone on a 10+ mile run in like 4 months.
Time to get back after it.
Make it make sense.
I will do my annual trip to the mountains in a few weeks, and my right hip is not keen.