As I write this chronicle, I can enjoy reminiscing, and a bit of nostalgia. I can also compare my current abilities with those of days gone by.
I swam a bit of distance the other day. I'm not as fast as I once was and I wear out a bit easier. I spent a day on the mat with a bunch of other black belts and we had a great time, but by the end of the day, I was done.
I'm stronger and hopefully, smarter than I was at 16. I also tire more quickly and recover more slowly. Perhaps one or two of my readers can relate to that.
I'll never see the energy, quickness, speed, or endurance I had at 16 or 20 again.
However, I can be the best me at this age today. One day, I might look back at the good old days when I was only 50 something, or 60 something.
The weather is beautiful, the pool is a crystal clear 87 and there's no reason I shouldn't swim a mile, then go for a bike ride.