I'm finding I'm more active now than I have been in the past decade. Mainly because infirmedness *may* be around the corner and I certainly don't want to be stuck sitting around saying "Dang! I could've done that!" That being said, however, being active puts me in touch with just how old my body is. I used to paint houses as a teenager. This winter a few trips up and down on the ladder and my knees were crying "Uncle!" (Why did I have to pick a house to rehab with 10-foot ceilings?) Luckily, joint supplements have VASTLY improved in formulations, making things tolerable again. I found I have a weather knee (thanks to wear-and-tear, skiing accident and unscheduled dismounts from horses) that can predict the next day's snowstorm. I spent a lot of the winter dragging my leg across the parking lot like some odd elder zombie until I started with the hyaluronic acid pills. I won't say I'm skipping down the block as I'm waaay past skipping age, but it's back in the realm. My husband, I'm convinced, is an 8 y.o. boy incarnate....He and Dennis the Menace could be cousins with the antics. I won't say he never grew up, but he has certainly been reborn.