It’s fun when the “oldies” get together like skiing. We did that well into our 70s, but with my hip replacement, and hubbies knees, we decided it was time for just pumping iron, and things like that. We were runners and he was a marithoner, including Greece Marathon, now that was an experience, going from Germany to Athens. He finished, but not number one...#3 in his age bracket. Until my hip went sour, I ran about 2/3 miles a day except the weekend. I skied, but would stop and take pictures, he did downhill. I’m the slow one, he loved the wind flying by. Of course in Europe, there were ski lifts to the top, and restaurant “stops” on the way down. Hubby could ski down 3 or 4 times, I’d ski down one with the best restaurants and the “warm glu wein” was wonderful. I’d meet him and friends for lunch and to the top we’d go again, I was always the last one to show up for the get together in the lounge...made all the “glu-wein” stops. I chose those that were not “bonded”. Wonderful hot mulled wines. I don’t think I made it through the various glu-wein menues, though. When I stand before St. Pete, he’s going to take a look and say “ole Girl, I see you’ve tried to do it all?, I’ll answer “yep”.
Sorry for the double. Senio moment?????