I coined a term recently: medically-induced aging. That is aging caused by over the counter meds, prescriptions and lousy medical advice. All of those get in the way of any kind of positive aging experience to say nothing of the unabated lies sold us by folks with much to gain via selling us bullshit products which skew us away from healthy habits. I am sick unto DEATH of the sales pitch that promises what cannot be gained by anything other that better food, more movement, FAR FEWER meds, better lifestyle habits.

You are turning sixty soon, Robert. Just wait until the medical community suddenly sees you ONLY as a number and makes all kinds of idiot assumptions about you, your balance, the number of scripts you take, and how feeble you are, despite the fact that you are training to ride sixty miles of Arizona mountain track on your 60th birthday.

And with that reminder to all other readers that Britt threw down a gauntlet for you, too, to set a birthday age-related goal (YES DO IT), I am back on track for 100 pushups every day after two shoulder surgeries. I am up to sixty again. Men's pushups, no breaks.

This topic is my primary lane. As you age, Robert, you will understand why it is critically important to increase the hue and cry about the lies, and continue focusing on what's true and what we can do. Which is plenty.

Sixty seems to be the age that society decides that you wake up the next morning, if at all, utterly addled, decrepit and prone to falling if a gnat farts close to your knee.

Idiocy. Yes this pisses me off big time. The older I get the less tolerant I am of such pap. Aging well takes hard work, discipline and a huge dose of good humor.

If you'll excuse me I have to go do my pushups, and I have a mountain to train for.