Sometimes I think I am like the old boxer that thinks he has one more good fight left in him, but refuses to retire. At this age, perhaps I shouldn't be biking on quad busting uphills or doing screaming downhills? Should I?
After my 43 mile bike ride today, I came home to find my grandchild visiting. Of course, she wanted us to get in the boat in my pond and do some paddling. Then, she wanted to do some running on the trails, and then exploring the woods. She never questioned that I would be there, that I could keep up, and keep her safe. Neither did I. The age thing wasn't in the equation. Believing young made me so. I can't grow old now. There are just too many young things that I yet want to do.
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