Doing It My Way (senior biking)
Now that I am a senior biker (age 65 next month) , I can do it my way:
I wear jeans, not spandex
I go 10 mph on the bike trails as everyone else whizzes by me. I'm not in competition with anybody.
I don't count miles. I don't look at my watch. When I get tired, I just turn around. I have nothing to prove.
I look at the water and the birds and the people. If I see something interesting, I stop and gaze, looking like an old fool.
I ride in the rain if I want. My teenage kids tell me I'm nuts. But I'm in better shape than either one.
If I come to work smelling bad, I'm just an eccentric (as long as they don't mistake me for homeless.)
If it's cold, I put on plastic bags around my feet like an old lady.
I feel great, and I've never enjoyed life so much. (Pity the young.)