Old-Old

Last Thursday was my birthday - one that I’ve actually been looking forward to because I turned 80 years old.  Most birthdays are just another day for me.  They don’t mean much.  But this one was different.  I had been looking forward to it all year and when Aloma asked if I wanted a small party, I actually considered it.  After the accident, a party was the last thing on my mind.

The definition of old used to be 65.  That seems to be increasing as people are living longer and are healthier.  And there is a new definition of old age that I hear often - old-old. And guess when it starts.  Eighty years old.

I’m proud to be 80 and to be old-old.  I consider 80 a milestone.

Before the accident, except for not being able to get out of a chair easily because my knees don’t bend as they should, I was in pretty good shape, walking a couple of miles two to three times a week and hitting the gym at least twice a week.  I didn’t feel old-old.  Now I do.

While I’m recovering nicely, I still feel beat up and stiff.  I’m determined to get back in the shape I was a few month ago.

I’ll still be old-old, but I won’t feel like it.

Seasoned Man

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