Out riding this beautiful Sunday afternoon with some of the regulars. Just a pleasant, early season get the kinks out roller to the next town for a Starbucks...with the occasional surge to see how bad things had gotten mostly riding in the garage and how we compare to each other. Someone brought a new guy on a borrowed but not bad fitting bike. He was 47 and self-admittedly sedentary. I stayed back with him to talk about gears, dogs, cars, etc. We putzed along for a few miles until I noticed this new rider was huffing and puffing. He and I slowed further. We'd gone about 4 miles when we met the others waiting. New guy borrowed the offered HRM watch and his pulse was at 166. He was fried. One of us rode slowly with him back home.
There but for some dedication, time, and lotsa road miles could have gone any of us. New guy had been a well recognized local athlete in h.s. and junior college in his day. Humbly said, there is a difference over the years between those who sit and those who stay active.