Slowing…

I feel great. Never better, in fact. Feel sharp. On my game. Here’s the truth, however. 

I’m slowing. 

Time is undefeated, friend. Live long enough and you too will lose a step and then another. I am not who I once was. When I look in the mirror it’s freakin’ reality. Don’t do it often, and don’t do it for long. Truth.

I’ve been blessed with some good genes and good friends. Got a bride who takes good care of me and gives way more than she takes. Still have my mom alongside. Beyond blessed. But, I am slowing down. Reflexes? Slower. Speed? Slower. Endurance? Not what it once was. Power? Less. My mind? Slower. Fact.

We all slow down. The key? Not staying down. 

A great life is not up and to the right. Excellence requires adjustments. Make ’em now, before the universe forces your sorriness. Do not let the old man in. Do not lay down even though you are going to slow down. Keep fighting. STOP struggling. Put your hand out. Accept help. Put your hand out give some too. 

Been a great ride. No plans to stop pedaling. Just prepared for it to take a bit longer, someday, a bunch longer, you know. Spring and summer are the berries but they long gone. Fall was fun. Winter is here. It aint bitter cold yet but it’s coming. Preload the response. Do not settle for slowly flickering before fading away. Burn out bright. This am I’ve got a rip/ride with the fellas. Going to be hard. Heavy balls. Jumping up on the bar. Hill repeats. I’ll be slower but far from stopping. In fact, I’m planning to kick ASS. 

What’s your mantra to keep going even though the going is slower and longer? “Keep working,” does it for me. Nobody cares. Work harder. Another good one – Thanks, Wildkitty. Damn.

Live hard. Love harder…