How did I make it to 88? Not that 88 is an unusual age these days, as The Guardian’s obituary pages confirm.
More particularly, how might I reply to that question without appearing insufferably smug? Without implying my life-style must have been superior to those who cocked their toes in their sixties.
One contributory factor was I never smoked. But I can’t take credit for that. Chronic bronchitis in youth meant I was never tempted. In contra-distinction I was tempted – and gave into – drinking. With enthusiasm.
In my teens I cycle-toured but only to get from A to B. Rarely to go round in circles admiring the scenery. Quickly I swapped pedals for an engine. Rock-climbing turned out to be more damaging than healthy. Ski-ing was restricted to two weeks a year.
In my early fifties, and for six months, I jogged for 45 minutes before setting out for work: a first tailored gesture towards my otherwise neglected body. In retirement, on the threshold of becoming elderly, I swam rigorously, regularly and lengthily; this genuinely benefited my lungs.
But there’s a tendency to relate general decay only to muscular matters. I’m more inclined to believe my advanced age is the result of how I treated my brain. Journalism consisted of doing things I would have done anyway, without the rewards of a salary. Fact is my retirement days much resemble my days as a magazine editor. I write and strive to write better. Taxing my imagination – in order to come up with something original – can be at least as tiring as jogging. And being tired is evidence of work done.
Might learning to sing have added extra months, perhaps even years? Dunno. Is exhilaration good for you? It seemed like it.
You've omitted your prolonged period of swimming which I think was more recent than the other examples. As you say you will never know but I guess that must have been beneficial.
ReplyDeleteSir Hugh: How about: "In retirement, on the threshold of becoming elderly, I swam rigorously, regularly and lengthily; this genuinely benefited my lungs."
DeleteSorry. Mea culpa. Quick read and quick reaction whilst rushing early in the morning for a long overdue walk.
ReplyDeleteNot smoking surely helped. I didn't smoke, either. I wanted to as a teen, but it made me nauseous. Who knows, really, why some grow old and some die young? I'm beginning to think it's a crapshoot, just random. But keeping one's brain working will certainly make one's life more meaningful, regardless of how much time we have.
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