I try to get some exercise daily. I try to do the exercise course at the park every two days. At first, a year ago, I could not do a chin-up at the park. Starting from zero complete chin-ups, now I can do four.

But today I did three. The fourth was too hard.

When you’re young, your gym teacher tells you to push past your limits. This is good advice at that age. If a youngster does manage to overdo it and get sore, he or she will heal quickly and grow stronger fast. But older people heal more slowly. As I have said before, patience is the hardest part for me.

Injury or soreness sets you back. For continued progress, you must not overdo it.

Of course, patience is only one of the attitude adjustments I need. Lately I am progressing. But an aging person knows that eventually, his or her physical condition will plateau; and later, despite best efforts, the physical condition will decline; and eventually, the physical condition will be: dead. This is hard to accept at any age.


Lucky Man

I’ve been lucky. I was born in a relatively prosperous, relatively pleasant place and family. My health has been pretty good so far. Despite a crushing load of peccadilloes and irritating attributes, I acquired my LSW (long-suffering wife). We, with below-average parenting and organizational skills, managed to raise our children (who are great like gods).

Beyond all that, my major screw-ups have done little harm! I almost killed myself driving badly, but there was no accident. Twice.

It would take too long to list all my major screw-ups. Hopefully advancing age will erase my memory of them.

Sure, you can “make your own luck” by taking useful actions, which (usually) leads to more useful results than does inaction. But IMO, most of our fate is dealt to us like a poker hand that we must play.