I know, I know…but I have tried being old for quite a while now (I am over my 2/3 century); it’s not all it’s hyped up to be, so I decided to do something about it! Turn back the clock time! For more than a year now I have been working at shedding that unnecessary avoirdupois. I am now lighter than my kids can remember me being, but am still a ways shy of my weight at 20.
My goal is to return to that weight (under 11 stone/70 kg) and to a comparable or better level of fitness – hopefully before year’s end. I know I can still comfortably walk 20-30 km a day up and down mountains through trackless bush with a substantial pack (as you have no doubt noticed). I want to be able to go a little further – and easily. Frankly the prospectus for aging and death would not sell to the dumbest mark, yet most of my age group seem content to espouse ‘taking life easy’, ‘kicking back and relaxing’ ‘smelling the roses’, etc, etc. Poppycock!
They are just waiting to die! I will ‘not go gentle into that good night’. I will ‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light’ (Dylan Thomas). Indeed, ‘my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die…To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.’ (Tennyson, Ulysses)