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


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.


Now, I’m on 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?


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.