You still have some big decisions to make in life, even when you’re about to turn 60.
One of the instructors at the gym castigated me recently for going in a bike race without having shaved my legs: “You get out with the Gillette before the next race,” said definitely-less-than-30 Will.
I didn’t accept the advice. But lining up at the start of the Woodford to Glenbrook race last month I was regretting that, surreptitiously checking out the other competitors – even the blokes in the over-60 category mostly looked to have shaved down either for the event or because that’s just what you do as a bike rider.
So I’ve got the Kanangra Classic in a couple of weeks, and I figured it was time to make a big decision – to shave or not to shave.
And now it’s done, and I look down at the place where my hairy legs used be, at skin that hasn’t been bare since I was maybe 11, and it’s a bit – well – weird. Like:
- There was a lot of hair on the bathroom floor
- How far up to you have to go, like right up to the top or just where your shorts come down to?
- I don’t remember where all those scars came from
- I didn’t realise my legs were that skinny and white
- Isn’t it a bit girly, actually?
Maybe not. In self-defence at the unveiling, I said to Brigitte, “Sonny Bill and Sam Burgess shave their legs too.” She said, ”You’re about as alike to Sonny Bill as I am to Angelina Jolie.”
It didn’t help saying, “But you’re as pretty as Angelina Jolie,” because I got back “Those boys are in their 20’s and you’re nearly 60.” Fair point, if not exactly the hoped-for seal of approval.
But at that start line, at the next race, nobody will be casting aspersions. We’ll be cool and hairless together, stripped for speed. I wonder how much faster I’ll go?
And what’s the worst outcome anyway, that I just let it grow back? The only big decision left now though is, do I have to get some spray tan?
[Image courtesy of summerbikeraceseries.com]