It’s all relative. When I was young, most people’s bodies were worn out by 60. I’m about to turn 63, and I play in a dance-rock band that kicks butt. I had girls in their 20’s making eyes at me from the dance floor last week.
My dad is 86 and still goes to his office most days. At 75 he could could still leave me behind on the black diamond runs at the ski slopes. He only stopped because my mom (84) has asthma and can’t go to the mountains anymore.
Times have changed.
That’s what I keep telling myself.