Hopping
by wjw on October 18, 2012
I am of an age where, on a regular basis, I’m forced to contemplate my age. But I’m not old. Not by the Hopping Standard, anyway.
I’ve decided that I’m young so long as I can don my trousers standing up, hopping from one foot to the other. When I have to put my trousers on sitting down, I shall be old.
So yaaaaah to you, young punks of the world! I am still your peer.
I’m mostly in agreement with that rule, with the “my foot and lower leg are in a giant metal post-surgical boot” exception. Which is what I’m experiencing for three more weeks.
There is one amendment to that rule I have added recently: “So long as I don’t lose my balance more than once while doing so.”
But that may just be an inner-ear issue, which is not in itself age-dependent.
Trousers? Not a good standard IMO.
Too variable: tightness, weight, length etc.
Try something a bit more demanding – socks, fully pulled up and with the heel correctly positioned.
Alas, all my life I’ve been old by that standard.
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