I've had a couple of assignments writing about senior citizens, Baby Boomers, and exercise. Pair that with doing summer biathlons that are organized by a 75-year-old, and I've been thinking a lot about getting old.
I don't want to.
The research I've had to do for the exercise articles really makes me want to work out. Exercise does all sorts of good things for you, like protecting your bones and helping you with balance. After reading about exercise helping to combat falls more than a few times, I was sold. The idea of falling and breaking a hip just does not appeal (not that it really appeals to anyone, but if being stronger gives me a better chance, well, then I'm doing another set of squats).
Finding out how old our biathlon organizer is was another wake-up call. Dude's 75 and acts like he's in his early 60's, if not younger (the white hair ages him). Every time we go to a biathlon, he talks about different shoots he wants to organize and different instructional schools he helps out with. He just doesn't slow down.
I want that kind of life--one where I'm jetting off to the other side of the world in my 80's. One where I'm 96 and contemplating giving up my driver's license. One where I'm 105 and talking about my secret to longevity being regular walks, some light weightlifting, eating reasonable quantities of bacon, and enjoying my daily gin (or beer). Doesn't that sound like the life?