I sometimes wonder if I am as fit as I should be and if this old bag of bones is in good enough nick. I was always involved in some activity or other and have been walking the beach since childhood or cycling around the area. A walk of over 6 or so miles nowadays needs building up to as the spring progresses whereas 12 miles or more was no problem a few years ago.
I need specs nowadays to read or type this, the strength I once had has diminished a little although not too much. My brain is still alert and my thinking clear.I still have plenty of enthusiasm for life and trying new things. I have never lost my love of fixing things I am always happy surrounded by bits from things I have taken adrift.
I take a look at my pals,we are mostly the same age and I seem to be fairing better than them in the health stakes, I have to take a blood pressure tablet once an day which is no big deal and I get the odd twinge when this old body complains at doing something but generally I think I am very lucky. If I can only walk 6 miles well that must seem like a marathon to a lot of people. I don't suffer from shortage of breath or any arthritic pain so if I can go on walking a few more years I will be happy.
I have ended up so far in reasonable condition which I take no credit at all for it is all down to luck I think.All things considered and the abuse I have put my body through over the years with hard physical labour have not taken a great toll so I have to be pleased. Having said that I may fall off my perch tomorrow of course but even if I do I have no regrets and would live my life just the same way given the chance.