Sixty! Well, I'm getting there fast, and when I read in The Herald yesterday that Newcastle's Elsie Delbridge says on her 104th birthday that she still feels like she's 60 I was encouraged. In the unlikely event that I hit 100, or 90, or more likely 80, I'd love to feel as I do now because I feel better now that I did at age 20. And I don't think I feel uncommonly well for my age.
When I was in my 20s I burnt the candle at both ends because I was going to be young forever, and I didn't feel too good. It wasn't until I was in my 40s that I started to feel well on a daily basis, or almost daily basis.
And as ancient as I used to see people aged 60 or thereabouts, I am not so physically different from my young adulthood. I don't like getting onto the floor to look under furniture, and I pee more often and more urgently, and I'm less inclined to run for any reason, but I don't think I've started on the slide to decrepitude. Science and doctors will differ, but this is about how I feel!
Why ever, I ask myself, did I see the 60s as ancient? Or am I having myself on in my dotage?