I was thinking about this post this morning while I was at the gym.
I was a tall, skinny kid growing up. Lived in the country and had to ride my bike anywhere I needed to go. I loved football and baseball. My mother wouldn't let me play football because she was afraid I'd get hurt. I thought my mother was totally unreasonable for not allowing me to play. I did play baseball. LOVED IT! Played as much as I could growing up. Despite my passion for the sport, I was an average player and got cut from our class A high school team. I was extremely upset about this. The truth is, looking back, I was a tall, skinny, uncoordinated kid.
Now I'm 52 years old and no longer skinny

I don't have any old sports injuries and still get out and elk hunt the backcountry with my 27 year old son. While I don't have the awesome memories one must have of being an outstanding athlete, I'm making up for it with backcountry adventures in my autumn years. I guess everything is a tradeoff.