Alex - you can't be macho and whine at the same time
Let me relate a little story of mine about sailing on Guilietta. I learned to snow ski at the age of 33 (kinda old for that stuff, but that's beside the point). The lift would go up past a place called Eagle Rock, a cliff face about, 30 feet or so high. We would watch people go off of there. I used to tell myself, "I can't wait till I'm good enough to do that." Well, the day came when I was good enough, and then I said, "WHY would I want to do that?"
I've pushed the envelope so many times, I got glue on my forehead, and when I look back, the main thing I remember is having to get that damn glue off my forehead!