I’m just kidding, but I still hope my wife doesn’t read this blog! My wife is 18 years younger than I am, so she keeps me feeling younger. She’s very active. In fact, she runs marathons. She’s done it for years. She just finished a grueling half marathon a week and a half ago in rain, and high winds. Now picked out two more she wants to run next month. Amazing.
I turn 60 tomorrow. I’m better with the thought of being 60 now than I was a month ago. I think it’s because all of my former classmates are doing the same. We’re all in this together. Some are worse than others, in terms of health, but I’m pretty sure that most of us feel the aches and pains and grunt when we sit or get up from a chair.
Yesterday, I saw a friend that I haven’t seen in quite a long time. He told me that he keeps track of me through Facebook. He said he realized I was having my 60th birthday soon. I acknowledged it with a groan. Then he uttered the phrase that I hate: “Hey man, 60 is the new 40!” I wanted to throat punch him like Melissa McCarthy in “Identity Thief”, but he’s a friend, so I didn’t. Plus, I’m pretty sure that he could beat me up.
I guess it’s inevitable. Tomorrow will come and go and I’ll turn the page on another chapter of my life. 60 may be the new 40 for those who are in good health, but for the rest of us, 60 is 60, and I guess that’s OK. I have no control over it anyway, so why complain? I’ll just resign myself to the fact that I realize I still remember when we got our first color TV. Oy.