I shall present these in bullet point form as that is what old people tend to do:
- After the marathon, it took a good 4 weeks before my knees stopped hurting (Tough Mudder seems to have sorted that out now though)
- My long suffering wife is no longer happy plucking individual grey hairs from my head. She claims she'd rather have a (dashing) grey haired husband than a bald one. Fair point I suppose
- I've gone back to thinking that Simply Red's Stars is one of the greatest albums of all time
- I've caught myself complaining at how kids these days think they're entitled to a free pass and easy rid (In my day we had to work 18 hour days for thruppence ha'penny you know)
- However, most worrying of all of these are the multi-day hangovers
Me and the O-H hydrocarbons have always had a deal. On week nights, the little chaps always get away mostly un-drunk but on weekends, anything goes. In return for my benevolent weekday abstinence from ethanolocide, the little 'cohols and I had a clear and simple arrangement:
One night on the lash = One day feeling shocking afterwards.
