Getting old has its up and downs, of that there is no argument. The thing is getting down is alright it is often the getting up that causes the problems so I am told by many friends. I am fortunate in that I odd not feel old, well not until I have overdone it as I am prone to doing.
It does make you think though about all the things you used to do but no longer can. Overtime I see a runner on the path I am walking my brain tells me to pick up speed and start running. I can see myself doing it. I can feel the pleasure in my brain at doing it. I can sense the joy of overtaking and feeling good. Trouble is everything is feeling so good it is just that the legs will not let me do it. So walking it is and dreaming.
But rejoice all of you who are saying what is he on about old age. Ian not old, I can hear you say it. But do you remember yesterdays blog. Well, that was yesterday so you are now a day older.
Enough of this feeling sorry. Let me tell you about the old man who at the age of 72 still enjoyed going out in his boat and having a day fishing.
One day he was sitting in his boat enjoying the warmth of the sun and the gentle movement of his boat. Then he heard a voice, it said, "Pick me up."