When I turned 50 (two years ago) I read Psychovertical by Andy Kirkpatrick. I then got my 34 year old copy of Yosemite Climber off the shelf and said to myself "I have to climb there". 6 months later I was in Camp 4 and did a host of classic routes. I returned again last year and in June I'm coming back to do the Regular NW face on HD. There is a saying; "We do not quit playing because we grow old, we grow old because we quit playing". Play on people.
There are four types of cranes in Chinese myth: White, yellow, blue and black. The black crane is thought to live the longest - up to 600 years. When a crane is shown among clouds it stands for longevity, widsom and nobility. When shown among pine trees, the crane symbolizes determination, wealth and power. When two cranes are shown together, it is the ultimate depiction of longevity.
Sometimes are harder than others to age gracefully through.
50 + mph winds here today. The spruce tree gracefully reposed onto our garage this morning. My chainsaw is inside the garage, directly under the tree. Still blowing way too hard to approach the ugly task of cleanup.
In the spirit of fighting old age viciously, my poor body has been pummelled into submissions. Worked on legs with personal trainer on Friday. Saturday, we did a mock rescue mission way out on St. Helens. I insisted that I should not operate the snowmobile in marginal conditions since I rarely ride one. Got on the back and held on for dear life as we flew through the brush. My legs look like my husband beat me unmercifully. Got to the steeper section, then took off on foot for the last 1/2 mile to the "patient". OMG - postholing with 42 pounds on my back on a steep hill was damn hard. Snowshoes did not help one bit. Plummetted through tree branches in a tree well on a steep hill. Crwled out with my pack hanging up on every twig. Finally made "patient" access. This was humbling. I took solace in that only 2 of us made patient access all day. The youngsters never arrived......
Went for a 2 hour 30 minutes run on Sunday in the rain. Plunged straight into the hot tup afterward, then assumed the horizontal position on the couch for the rest of the day. Not fast. Not enough distnace covered. This better payoff with fabulous fitness as the snow melts!!!
"I fight against the gluttony of time with so many very amusing weapons--with gestures and with three attitudes and with charming phrases; with tears and with tinsel, and with sugar-coated pills, and with platitudes slightly regilded. Yes, and I fight him also with little mirrors wherein gleam confusedly the corruptions of lust, and ruddy loyalty, and a bit of moonshine, and the pure diamond of the heart's desire, and the opal cloudings of human compromise: but, above all, I fight that ravening dotard with the strength of my own folly."