My dear friend, stop it! You are not whining, speaking truth never is, so, stop deteriorating. I track with you and don’t like it any more than you do.
We often track together. Ok, let’s stop this NOW.
I’m 87, broke my hip a couple months ago, but don’t write me off yet. I’m healing, slowly. Patience and work.
In no hurry to write off this 5’8”, 135# bod yet, but, we take what comes. Admittedly, I’ve thought a lot lately about “graduation “. Mor ready now, but not ready. You know what I mean.
Oh well, Che Sara, Sara.
Hang in there, buddy. Thou shall NOT GO BEFORE I DO, or I’ll kick your ass when we meet.