The Warranty On My Body Must Have Ended When I Turned 40
I turned 40 in the Summer of 2004.
Up until that time, my body and I were on very good speaking terms. I could jog a couple of miles or golf 18 holes or play a pick up game of basketball and still be able to sit upright at the dinner table that evening.
However, it seems the VERY DAY I turned 40, my body has been doing most all the talking...and when I say talking, I mean complaining, whining, an