Listening to a podcast yesterday, I heard the interviewee say that he’d heard a friend and fellow fitness expert say that the place where we really start to grow old is when we stop jumping.

Jumping?

Jumping.

That’s pretty wild.

I don’t jump anymore if I can help it….things feel kind of dry or something in the knees….kind of ….vulnerable….so I don’t jump.

Somewhere along the line I thought that maybe part of growing older was getting stiff and losing the ability to do some of these things…..like jumping.

That’s a bunch of….hooey.

When I’m moving….using the muscles….working the connective tissue…..keeping the joints lubricated….I don’t hurt like when I’m just sitting in the Mail Jeep….and then coming home to recuperate from….just sitting in the Mail Jeep.

So…I need to start doing some jumping again.

I’m not ready to grow old.

I better not….these little kids run around….I better be able to run around with them.

It’s interesting to me to listen to some of these podcasts with people who are living a fitness based lifestyle.

It’s possible….I hear them talking and I realize that it’s possible to live like that.

Stiffness and lack of mobility don’t have to be a part of getting older….or, maybe, don’t have to be the main focus of growing older.

Maybe “main focus” is a better way to describe the situation.

When did we accept that somewhere in our chronology was a point where we stop being active and settle in to the slow downward slide?

That’s nuts.

Health and wellness are lifelong pursuits.

What’s so hard about remembering that?