Well, since this is a fitness site, I'll filter mine down to just things dealing with physically-related accomplishments, in no chronological order. Not gold medal stuff, but little personal moments I like to remember:
- pedaling a bike 165 miles down to Key West in 2008 for an AIDS fundraiser, the most handicapped of 382 riders, and just turning 60.
- being the teenage tennis champion at our country club in the mid-1960s
- in US Army Basic Training, being only one of 3 soldiers among 250 who earned both the highest Expert rating with a rifle, plus who also scored near perfect on the physical fitness (PT) test. That rare distinction earned me a 3-day pass, and an accelerated immediate promotion to the next higher pay grade. Me, a wimpy little nerd with glasses who was never picked for any team when I was growing up, running circles around all the former jocks who fell flat on their asses once they got in the Army.
- Scoring a perfect and rare 300 on the Army PT test at age 37, when I taught Army ROTC. And not once, but twice in a row, in a 2-hour period, back to back. I insisted on taking the test alongside my Cadets, and I had 2 classes in which it was administered, at 11 AM and noon. So I took it twice.
- Buying a brand new motorcycle here in Fort Lauderdale in 1997, and riding it 4700 miles solo back to Seattle, my permanent home at that time. Then 3 weeks later riding it another 5000 miles across the northern US states and back through Canada, putting 10,000 miles on it in less than 3 months. Barely a year after I'd had back surgery and my VA doctors had told me I'd never be able to ride a motorcycle again.
- going back into my burning motor pool building (when I was an Army Motor Sergeant) to personally drive tracked vehicles out as the flaming roof crashed down all around me, and directing other soldiers to drive our parked trucks over a barrier fence to get them away from the blaze. Not a single vehicle was lost, and no soldiers were injured, except for a few burns on myself.
- saving a soldier from a burning armored personnel carrier. I happened to see his M113 stalled and smoking as I was driving by in my jeep. Checking the engine compartment, I saw a fuel line fire had started, the fire suppression system inop. He refused to leave the driver's seat, so I yanked him out with both hands, and dragged him away just as the whole thing went up. It burnt to the hull.
- dancing guys half my age off the floor at gay nightclubs, when I was in my mid-50s
- getting bigger & harder than guys half my age right up until 58 (when I partnered again, so I wouldn't have any recent comparisons
Well, I think that's enough for now. Maybe more later.