I am of an age advanced beyond my youthful dreams. This age could have easily not been achieved; a battle with colon cancer in my mid forties made life a little questionable for a few years.
In 1967 when the Beatles questioned the “needing” and “feeding” by the rhetorical “you”, none of us could not imagine this question of age: we had no empathy with that piece of art.
But we hummed the jaunty song and went along to pile on the years.
When Paul McCartney turned 64 the irony of that song tugged at me. How odd. Years younger than Paul, that horizon was still lost on me. What is that fallacious mathematical question which states if you cut a space in half between point A and point B and continue to cut the resulting space in half and in half, one will never arrive at point B? There you go.
I have been fading at this age, and it has been a total surprise. It all started last October, but is ending today. Don’t remember any past discussion about the body in this way, but hear me and do not favor one knee over another! Always being accused of “thinking too much”, I have figured out why my meniscus snapped last October. Short waisted, I had been sitting on that knee and propping myself up for 60 years. It was the “go to” solution of not being tall enough. Hate being not tall enough, for so many reasons!
And there went my running basically until today. From October until April. And what else was lost because of not running? Good heart rate, good blood pressure, good bone mass, good weight, good mental health. Also, our roads were cluttered because I pick up aluminum cans.
Well, today with an ace bandage wrapped around the knee in question, I ate up three miles. Would have gone the whole four if my aluminum find had not been so bulky. The dark time is past!