Nearly five years ago,
When my 60th birthday showed up
It was not a happy occasion.
Not at all.
In fact, it was fairly traumatic and eventually proved to be
Life-changing.
But in a good way.
When I turned 60, I was depressed, way overweight, out of shape, drinking too much alcohol …
Kind of a mess.
Then, on top of all that, I was officially o-l-d.
Not just depressed, way overweight, out of shape, drinking too much, but also old.
Yay, happy effin’ birthday!!!
What started out as a sad story turned into a happy ending — thankfully — when I discovered Masters track and field and started learning to pole vault.
Becoming an athlete again 45 years after I quit all sports as a knuckleheaded teenager gave me back my life, in many ways. So much so, that I even wrote a book about the whole thing. It’s on Amazon, if you want to check it out: “Finally Fit: It’s Never Too Late to Achieve a Goal.” A good book.
Anyway, so today, guess what I get in the mail?
My Medicare card.
Seriously?
Now, I’m on Medicare.
Medicare???
Next month, I turn 65.
Damn, that’s really old, ain’t it?
I’m thinkin’ 60 sounds pretty good right now …
Am I depressed about it?
Nah.
Hell, no.
I feel great.
Life is good.
I’m happier than I’ve been in a long, long time.
Ya ain’t gettin’ older;
You’re gettin’ better.
