an old guy…
You know what is encouraging and uplifting?
The guy in his late 60sties, who finishes a middle distance triathlon before me.
He beats me; an old guy, with the wrinkled butt.
I am not the fastest, that’s the fact. But those are my prime years, and he is a vintage veteran! I know people in their 40 ties who cannot even run 200 metres to the bus, not to mention swimming, cycling and running for hours.
I want to be like him. I wish never to lose that drive and the will to train, to discover, to suffer, to explore. I need to be smart; eat well and take care of my body. Also, luck, I need a little bit of luck too. This can be done. I’ve seen it!
The age is the number you believe in.