09/27/2026
I turned 68 this year, and I keep thinking about something I used to believe when I was younger: that getting older meant slowly falling apart. That was just... the deal. You enjoy being young, and eventually your back hurts, your knees give out, and you accept it.
I don’t believe that anymore.
Yeah, I’m not 35. I don’t bounce back the way I used to. That part is real. But there’s a huge difference between aging and just... not using your body for 30 years. I see it every day in my practice. Two people, same age, completely different starting points, because one of them kept moving and one of them didn’t.
The muscle you build now, the way you sleep, how you handle stress, whether you keep challenging your body... none of that disappears. It’s still there when you’re 60. When you’re 70.
Honestly I’ve stopped caring about looking young. I care about this: can I get up off the floor? Can I carry my suitcase through the airport without thinking twice? Can I keep up when my future grandkids want to run around outside?
That’s the actual goal. Not looking 40. Being able to do things at 70 that most people think you can’t.
Wrote more about this on my substack if you want the full thing. Link in bio.
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