Drothen, I'm 15 years ahead of you. I still manage fairly lengthy daze
with my backhoe and dumbtruck and road-grader. Play therapy with the lifesize Tonka Toys beats being an Old Fart couch potato. Keeps my arthritic shoulders loose enough to speed-shoot on multiple targets.
Since I can pinch a nerve in my back doing such strenuous activities as leaning over to wash my hands or fold a shirt, I figure maybe one side kick to a knee is about all I've got--after that it's my friend Judge Colt.
(Hmmph. These young sprouts...mumble, mumble..)