As I approach my 1700th post, I reflect on nearly five years of daily memoirs. It’s hard to believe that I’ve maintained this discipline, along with the run streak after nearly 5 years of retirement. The two efforts are connected, forming the foundation of my morning routine, whether at home or on the road traveling. I’m just into my third home since the weekly work paychecks stopped, while money has flowed out more than in. I’ve also attempted to write two novels in this timespan, but have yet to strike a winning chord. As a result, there’s not much to show for my efforts, but my work ethic is still strong. 

My two biggest concerns are my legs and my voice. I’ve been stiff and sore without the orthotics to support my feet, although they should finally arrive with the moving truck within the week. Morning runs have been a struggle despite the help of a chiropractor, and I haven’t had the flexibility to simply bend over and pick things up off the floor. Getting out of bed is a chore even after adding the recommended evening stretches from the doctor. Yet, I somehow “Keep On Truckin'”. The other aging factor in life is my voice. It served me well through years of choir, public speaking through Toastmasters, and communicating as a leader. Anymore, it’s hoarse and gravelly, especially in group settings where I strain to be heard. I tire easily during phone conversations and even more in a networking setting. What was once my forte is now my greatest challenge. 

People now often ask me about the hoarseness and it leads to jokes about The Godfather. My wife graciously calls it sexy, but I’m very self conscious about the quality of my voice. It’s easier to stay home and write than struggle with conversation. It’s against my nature to be reclusive, but watching TV is so much easier. The essential tremor that I’ve developed also hampers my social engagement. Writing has become a challenge at times when my hands shake and keyboard accuracy is difficult. Toasts are now out of the question, a simple gesture of friendship that has always been part of my social repertoire and charm. Old age indeed leads to many new challenges.