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If 70 is 3/4 then 93.3 is full.

83.7 is my internet life expectancy.

Turning 70 had no effect on me however turning 80 was a whole different game. I am now 83 now and the last three years are really starting to tell on me, but I am not ready to quit yet. I just do things slower and smarter (sometimes).

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I'm 74 Some things mean more and some less.
I started a workout program after P T for a knee, I never skip a day if I'm in town. It's helped a bunch. I've actually have hard muscles again.

Got about 5 weeks left before I find out

Every day I make it out of bed is a deal changer.

Don’t let the old man in.

Toby Keith’s song has some good lyrics in it.

I worked real hard at that, but he must have snuck in the back door.

No particular problems at 70. Little bit more at 75. In 2018 I killed a nice bull at about 11,000 feet elevation on a solo hunt.That just about used me up. In a year, my knees went, lungs got worse. Felt like every joint in my body wore out. Now on extra O2 since last February, , stroke this past July, ticker isn't ticking right. No elk hunt this past season. 79 now.

Both parents lived until 92-93.You sure do get a different perspective when you can count the rest of your years on your fingers.

If I can get around, I'm going elk hunting next year.

Turned 70 last month. After a lot of heavy lifting since I was young and walking a million miles on pavement my knees and shoulders have started to wear out. Just slowed me down some but still keeping up with the cows, pasture and fencing myself.

A sharp pain in my upper back woke me straight up at 4:30am this morning, couldn’t get comfortable then the pain moved to my upper chest/shoulder. Got up, took 2 Tylenol, laid back down and back to sleep. Shoulder and chest sore today. I guess I pulled a muscle in my sleep.

I don't remember it was long ago.

I have 4 short years to go.

You youngins' are up late!!

Well no one has said it so I will. If I'd of known that I'd live this long I would have taken better care of my self!!! No more 12 mile hikes up the trapline, (atv) no more magnum calibers (6BR& under) no staying up late (early to bed) no more chasing hounds (someone younger) snow shoes (🤣) I no there's something else ah,hmm can't remember!!!! GWP. 🐾👣🐾👣🇨🇦

When I turned 68 my balance/equilibrium went to h ell, can't walk in the woods without constant fear of falling. I've been working with a group of Physical Therapists whose specialty is balance and equilibrium, so far things look promising that they'll be able to help improve things. May not be able to get back to baseline but any improvement will be welcome.

I turn 78 in Feb. I feel good, and get around okay, and I can still lie about it.
I know if I stop shoveling snow, I would probably last longer!!

I'll be 70 in a bit less than a month. All my life I've had little patience with idiots, and Jesus, it's getting worse the older I get. I can't watch the news without wanting to throw a beer bottle through the TV.

Still getting around ok, the new hip a few years ago helped a lot, cutting a chunk cut out of my gut allowed me to resume eating any old crap I wanted to and the new lens in the eye a couple months ago lets me see that crap. Bad habits in my youth screwed me up (note to self, if you get a do-over DO NOT run cross-country, marathons, and 5 miles every day because you will pay out the ass for it 40 years later when your hip and knee joints start crapping out).

I'm past the age all my forebears made it to, which is my personal bellweather. My ability to get in and out of low slung British sportscars is another one - when that ability goes away, I'm outta here.

Good post.

Yessir, Perspectives do certainly change.

that sounds like an accomplishment to me!

Trekking poles are a wonderful thing for poor balance. Even using 1 pole makes a huge difference. Now, if you can't pick up your feet, that's another issue entirely.

Paul, I admire your outlook and I wish Dad had your same perspective. He's 83 and very difficult to be around. He's a mean SOB and treats Mom terribly. He's ready to die and he's taking it out on those that are closest to him. Won't take his meds (pancreatic cancer & diabetes), stands in front of the open 'fridge eating chocolate 7 or 8 times a day and his blood sugar is sky high. I'm leaving Big D tomorrow to head back to EP for a while and Mom had a special steak dinner planned for us. Dad got into it with my younger brother and said some really hurtful things to him. Brother fought back and it was terrible - he left with my nephew and refused to break bread with Dad. I guess Dad's not interested in seeing his granddaughter again. Mom tries and tries to help him and he's just a mean bastard to everyone - especially her. Hollering every night. Lots of cussing as well. Nothing to be done about it either.

You would think that someone in his position whose time is very limited would make an effort to get closer to his family and make the most of whatever time he has left. Nope. Not him.

The good news is that I have 2 meatloaf sammiches in the cooler ready for the road.

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