I didn't dwell on it either, past tense. Then the wheels started coming off. I can tell you, at least for me, the change between 60 to 65 was more than a little disconcerting. It's not like going from say 50-55. It's more like a change experienced from 25-45. Now pushing forward towards the 70 mark it's a holy fuck, what is 70 going to be like? While in better shape than most men my age it's still a pissing against the wind fight, and the wind ain't letting up. Everyone looks at the spry 85 year old and thinks that'll be me. That guy is the exception and being that exception has more to do with genetics than balanced diet and exercise. Yes, I'll fight the good fight as long as I can, but I'd be lying if I said there aren't any, what's the point days I must grind through. Getting old ain't for sissies.
That's the thing. Some people are just dealt a better hand. But we don't really have a choice other than to play the only hand we're dealt as well as we can. Sounds a bit hollow sometimes, to be sure, but what else is there? You're right, getting old ain't for sissies; it's giving up that is.