I
checked the calendar—Yep, March 15th, 2018.
I
looked into the mirror this morning, not
expecting
a lot—Just lucky to be alive, I suppose,
after
nearly seventy-one years. I took a deep
breath
and kicked my ass, figuratively speaking,
into
low gear. (The overdrive of my youth has long
since
failed to engage.) There are no mountains
left
for me to climb. No biggie, didn’t bother to
achieve
those staggering heights even in my prime.
Never
saw that running for exercise got me any-
where
I cared to be. Could have been awarded
blue
ribbons or gold medals should there have
been
events scheduled in Sedentary or Just Plain Lazy.
Actually,
folks, given the alcohol and cigarettes I’ve
consumed
in my lifetime, considering the copious
amounts
of sweets and fried foods I have devoured,
I
believe I have set a new standard for living and
longevity.
In me, you see, clear evidence of what
over
a lifetime of personal physical and psychological
negligence
can be achieved. I am living proof that
in
this day and age of physiological awareness and
medical advancements, the
70s for me at least, has
become the new 80s.
Chris
Hanch 3-15-18
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