Walking two miles a day gives you time to think. Walking with a companion allows exchange of ideas. Living in a 90+ resident senior apartment building with a minimum age of 65 lets you see a lot of wheelchairs, walkers, and oxygen concentrators in use.
My walking companion is 73, I’m 75, and we both have some health issues. We both agree we are very fortunate our problems don’t keep us from living a full life. Down the road is an assisted living building that reminds us others our age cannot live a full life.
My mother lived for years in a near vegetative state in such a place.
Between watching what I eat and an exercise plan, I’m down 40+ pounds from a year ago. The dog helps; he has his needs. That means more exercise on my part.
Hopefully I have many more active years ahead of me. Family history on both sides had many individuals active into the 80’s and early 90’s.
I rarely dwell on this. Rather, I just keep on keeping on.
For those with inquiring minds, my walking companion is just that, someone to walk with. A gracious lady, intelligent, with a positive outlook who has her own life and interests.