Thoughts on turning 70
This picture shows 70th birthday present to myself. No, not Jackie – although she’s the best trainer in the world. The gift is my decision to start going to a gym to do strength training. I can’t (and I suppose I don’t want to) stop getting older, but I’m dead set on slowing down the inexorable decrepitude. Wish me luck. By the time I’m 80, I should be ready for a tractor-pulling contest.
Happy birthday to me!