used to jump off things.

I also used to run in the office at work because I was so keen to get into the next thing. I'm still keen to get to the next thing, but these days I'm not going to run to it. I'm going to sit at my desk and gently jog there in my mind.

But it's the jumping off things that is kinda hard to handle now. The jumping is ok. The landing not so much. There is no spring in me anymore. It's as though I weigh a couple of hundred kg heavier. These days I really consider if jumping off something is a good idea.

I thought about this most recently when me and Gabba went for a road trip around the East Cape. We stopped at a tiny un-named beach to have a look. The ocean had piled up the shingle forcing a steam to change course over the beach. I jumped over the 1 metre stream just fine. And then turned to help Gabba across. She jumped.

It was then that I thought, as she is almost 60. I didn't really know what an almost 60 year old should be doing before, but jumping over a creek wasn't on the list. She just looked up at me and said "I'm agile".

Indeed!

The Photo
Our road trip was a mix of rain and sun but always bloody cold. It rained for the whole drive up from Opotiki to Te Araroa. This is a view of the one lane bridge over the Raukokore River.

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Posted: Tuesday, 16 August, 2022 18:10

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