Day 24 — Today, like most other days in this quest, I worked about as hard as I can work. Maybe, if I were still working with a trainer, I could work a little harder, but I doubt it. I’m pushing myself almost to the edge of my capability. No complaint here, unless talking about strain and pain is complaining. I don’t believe it is because it’s just a report about what happens to a senior adult body when you push it like a person much younger.
Oh, but I forgot–when I was a teenager and it was a football or track coach pushing me, it hurt then, too. And when I was in my 20’s running up and down the hills with my running partner, it hurt then, too. And when I was in my 50’s with a heart about to explode because I weighed too much, my cholesterol was too high, and my nutrition was horrible, it hurt then, too.
Now I’m in my 60’s, working harder than ever on nutrition and fitness and–it hurts. I’m not hurting because I’m lazy or abusive to myself, I’m hurting because my muscles and bones are responding favorably to the work. And, I assure you, that’s a very good thing.
So, I’ll keep stretching, lifting, and running as long as I’m able. Maybe I’ll get to live to see all my grandchildren graduate and start their own careers and families.
Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers. Proverbs 17:6 [ESV]