I am old. I am so frigging old that it scares me. I try to avoid saying the number out loud because it depresses me. As I mentioned in my first post, that unhappy fact is the motivation for the name of this blog.
But I am not quite ready to go sit in a rocking chair and await the conclusion! Despite the calendar I do not feel old; I do not act old; and, except for the job Father Time has done on my once youthful face I don’t believe I look old.
Throughout my life I have remained physically active, almost to the point of obsession. Throughout my life I have eagerly accepted and adapted to the new. I have no desire to become mentally and emotionally stuck in the past. Okay, I have developed some rather odd habits some may call eccentric, but I don’t think they have negatively affected my outlook on life.
Friday, I decided to go to the basketball court for the first time in almost three months. I had had a recurrence of an old knee injury which was taking its sweet time to heal. During that period of idleness I had packed on eight pounds. Add to that the 10 pounds or so that I had accumulated after stopping playing competitively and I am feeling kind of chunky – I don’t like the way it feels, and I don’t like the way it looks. I have determined to get that weight off.
I decided to take my Flip video camera with me to document my blubbery “before” state, as well as to show that I can still run around and jump up and down. When I looked at the video I was not surprised by my bulk, but I was really pleased with the “old bod” . I don’t think I look anything like a 71 year old. (Damn, it is as depressing to write that number as to say it!) Here are a few frames I captured from the video.