I suspect it'll catch up with you in your sixties, maybe mid sixties. I was pretty similar until the wreck. After that, all the aches and pains of my youth returned. I suspect that'd have taken a few more years to happen, but was sped up by the trauma of the wreck. I've been pretty rough on my body. I've broken numerous things, sometimes more than once. I don't think I have a finger or toe that hasn't been broken. I've broken bones in my hands and feet, my wrists and ankle, etc... It reached the point where I'd just splint my own fingers if I broke them. I'd wrap my own ankle if I broke that, or wrap a foot if I broke a bone in my foot. I was never really much of a fan of going to a doctor for all that shit. I just didn't see it as necessary. In hindsight, it may have helped. Probably not... But it might have helped to have shit professionall aligned, I'm watching chicks skate - they're racing. The last race had 0.002 between 2nd and 3rd.