It is official. I am old and going down fast.
Today, I need to take my car to get groceries. I seldom use my car, last night was very cold and my battery is 3 years old. I get into the car and it flat refuses to start. I am screwed. Alone in the small garage where it sits, I cannot gain enough speed alone to get it to start. Only one solution left: I need to walk to the near gas station where they sell batteries.
Mind you this station is 5 clicks (roughly 2.5 miles) away. So here I go, no other way, I walk to the place. I am not going to call a taxi or call someone to the rescue. I am a big guy. To make it short, Walking there was a piece of cake, but I almost died on the way back. I was so exhausted on the way back that I had to stop every 300 meters to catch my breath back. I am pooped.
Where is the time when I could run that distance with a full ammo can in each hand.
I am screwed. The end is coming fast.
I did it though, even though I probably need to rest all night to recover from it, it is still good.
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