

When I didn’t want to do my high-impact sport anymore, I switched to reffing some, and also moved to competing in lower- impact sports.
Last summer I joined a dragon boat racing club where our oldest teammates were 78 year old twins and the average age of the whole boat was about 60. “Too old” for sports doesn’t exist.
I was hired for a job some guy had been fired from several years earlier. There had been at least one other person in the position after him and before me. But for some reason he found out about me, decided I was a problem, and I had to get escorted to and from my car in the employee parking and the building each day for a couple of weeks until he lost interest.
And more pedestrian yet depressing, the stereotypical: I politely declined unwanted advances from a strange man in a bar, strange man promptly lost all emotional control and proved I made the right decision.