That has been one of the most eye opening things for me in my mid forty’s now. Small injuries I used to shake off same day/over night take weeks/months to fully heal up anymore. I’m significantly more careful and purposeful when using ladders or even just regular chores around the house to keep from straining a joint or ligament. I tweaked my MCL stepping on the edge of my stairs wrong shortly after having to use a cane for a couple months due to a hip injury. That was like two months ago and the ligament is mostly feeling fine now and I can do strength exercises with that leg again but holy shit, this whole thing from when I originally overworked/inflamed my hip cutting down/removing a tree would have never even impacted me five+ years ago and it’s like five months to recover. So yeah, I’m more careful and make sure I take breaks now. It’s just not worth it, slow, careful, and purposeful for me going forward.

My husband used to skateboard 8 hours a day as a kid growing up. When our son started showing interest he got back on it.. For one day.

His ankles and knees are a bit fucked from all those years boarding, and he won't get back on it out of these same fears. There are other sports probably just as fun lol

I was an old school skater all through the hey-day of Tony Hawk, and I also fought Muay Thai for decades. By the time I hit thirty, I was like a case study for orthopedic doctors.

I bit the bullet and accepted I'd boarded until the wheels fell off and I couldn't keep getting hurt. Picked up a longboard and it's like my #1 hobby now. Just did 25 miles in sub-freezing temperatures right before we got slammed with the blizzard.

So no more half pipes. Just throw on a death metal album and pack a bunc of joints and cruise.