In a week I'll be 70. I have no designs on resetting my fitness goals. I am continually hearing how "your're as young as you feel".
I'm feeling somewhat like the crypt keeper.
So no, I don't see any changes in what I'm all about unless the hormone replacement therapy is all that.
There was a time when I was all for the daily jog and the tossing around of the kettlebells in an attempt at keeping up with the changes of aging.
I fear I have lost that battle.
Today is National Recommit to Your Fitness Day. It is an April 5 observance held under the auspices of F45 Training, who push group workouts.
Anyway, while I consider the concept of National Recommit to Your Fitness Day quite the admirable endeavor, those practicalities of who I am and what I'm about otherwise cannot be ignored.
So I'm going to try and get back into the groove again. I may not be the champion powerlifter of my old Venice Beach, California days but here's to the thought. Life is a journey, not a destination.
Happy National Recommit to Your Fitness Day to you.