tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493544024743809470.post7838499859603261565..comments2022-02-16T19:40:28.432-08:00Comments on The Final Nine: If I Told Me I Wouldn’t Believe MeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493544024743809470.post-18086307075861088342014-07-22T23:22:45.133-07:002014-07-22T23:22:45.133-07:00Reminds me of sci-fi stories I've read about w...Reminds me of sci-fi stories I've read about waking up in a new, younger body, with no more aches and pains. I didn't used to appreciate this part of the story! Now at 57, I'd give a testicle (not using them as much these days anyway) for a reprieve from the daily achey-breaky. Running hurts my knees, swimming hurts my neck, cycling hurts my hips ... couldn't our teeth have been better designed?? And how does sitting, the most relaxing and self-indulgent activity of all, become low-back torture?<br /><br />I think about how much we are given in our growing up years, bouncy bodies (and every one of us is beautiful at some point in childhood), love and kindness . . . and mostly good health for a long time . . . it seems not unreasonable that we have to give that all back as we get older. In my work I see many folks who are mad at their bodies, seems like, depressed and angry at the pain and breaking down they're going through, which of makes the pain even worse. Can I keep my equanimity as my daily grind gets grindy-er?<br /><br />And then there's Mom, with many years of pain finally diagnosed when post-polio syndrome became known, in her later decades, handled by wine and Camels and various other substances, until the Camels got her, of course, at 65 or so. Is that the model, then, smoke and drink and lassaiz le bon ton roulaise and leave while the leaving is good? Do we really add much to the mix, after about 65, anyway? <br /><br />They say walking is a tremendous for your body and raises the spirits. But when I wake up in the morning, I can't really say that I am excited much about what a great walk I'm going to have. I may have to try out one of those free-flying bat-wing suits, when I hit 65. Maybe 70.Steven Littlewoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04511890663374003547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493544024743809470.post-62026728664493494352014-03-04T16:19:21.355-08:002014-03-04T16:19:21.355-08:00Glad you're finally with us in the Clan of the...Glad you're finally with us in the Clan of the Back-pain-for-no-reason-at-all. Though in spirit, you've been with us for awhile. Dave Hershhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00170555942097879280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493544024743809470.post-13266457623246867802014-03-03T20:57:59.873-08:002014-03-03T20:57:59.873-08:00Thanks. I've been wondering the same thing.Thanks. I've been wondering the same thing.Jesse Pearsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11971376650019953129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493544024743809470.post-80522083752405147612014-03-03T20:33:11.922-08:002014-03-03T20:33:11.922-08:00Jesse - I love this line: "You will regret a...Jesse - I love this line: "You will regret almost nothing you do, but you will regret virtually everything you did not do." Especially the last part. So I wonder what your sixty year old self would say to your forty self? Can't wait for the next post! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com