I tripped over a skateboard the other day and didn't even bruise, which is a far cry from the summer of '98 when I broke my wrist just trying to ollie. It's not the big falls that get you now, it's the little indignities. I haven't broken a bone in ages, but I pulled my back reaching for the remote last week, which somehow feels even worse. I can't believe how long it takes to recover from a cold now. Seems like just yesterday I could shake off anything in a night, but now it's weeks of lingering exhaustion and that weird, phlegmy cough that reminds me I'm not 22 anymore.