Terri, age 70
my girlfriends decided to celebrate my 70th by taking me to the Pine Creek Cookhouse: gourmet lunch in God’s magnificent Colorado backcountry, only accessible by cross-country skis. having done some xc skiing, i figured it would be a piece of cake. and it was…until, 2 hours later, the track back to the parking lot, now frozen, went out from under me. i fell flat on my tailbone, and spent the remainder of my watershed birthday weekend on ice packs and celebrex.
now, the funny thing about this (other than how ridiculously funny an out-of-control fall on skis can be) is that the polish of turning 70 has not dimmed one watt. in fact, it reminds me of my pledge to ‘reinvent myself’ in the oncoming decade, keeping a sense of humor while at play.
Terri, thank you for making me laugh. That’s the REAL key to positive aging, in my book. Or one of them. I laughed out loud when you juxtaposed “polish” and “pledge.” I am sorry about your tailbone, but I sure love your zest. You go, girl!