ONE YEAR FOUR MONTHS
The Bone Man said that there was not likely to be further improvement after his examination at the one year mark. I am aware of this but prefer
Jaycey's version: that things could still work out better during the second year.
So where am I? In a pretty good place, actually. I can do most of the things you would expect a normally healthy 70 year old pensioner to do: walk
around all day sightseeing with Glenys; work for 5 hours at a time in mother-in-law's garden; play with the smaller grandchildren; fetch own beer from
the bar without spilling any; shout rude things at the television when the content is especially vexatious; operate an iphone without benefit of
anaesthetic; and many more. What I can't do is walk very fast for more than a half mile or so. Running for more than a few hundred yards just makes
the hip area feel too sore. I don't enjoy this sensation so I don't do it. In fact any protracted activity can make me feel a bit lame the next day.
What I can do, which is a bit more than average, is swim. The Bone Man banned breaststroke, but I have gradually eased into doing some of it, and
can now do a push off and 5 more strokes to get along a pool of 20 metres. And I have decided that my freestyle stroke is unsatisfactory. It's the
main obstacle to doing an open water swim of a mile or more. So I have started a short course of lessons to learn how to do Total Immersion
swimming. After the first session, one of 4 hours continuous drills, I feel as if it will all work out in the end.
The lessons take place in a large shed containing a small pool, in which the water moves past you and you stay still, relatively, like a soggy
treadmill. Straightaway I discovered two things: the coach said my style looked like a salmon trying to escape from a net; also, when I saw the video
analysis I saw that two years of enforced inactivity and some overeating had made me into a superfatted walrus. These two revelations were not very
pleasing. The main strategy is to place one's body parts in front of and behind the lungs so that there is perfect balance in the water. That's the
theory. In practice it is very hard to kick against the habits of a 65 year swimming pattern, which is fiercely ingrained into the nervous system. But I
am enjoying it and having fun and experiencing a wonderful sense of doing something I have never done in my life before. And anything that makes
an impression like that after the 70th birthday must be worth something.
I don't like entering my 8th decade. A lot of what goes on is rubbish. I have just had my first joint replacement, with more to come, I expect. Ears, nose and teeth are all causing problems, and as for what goes on at points further South, that is to be spoken of in hushed tones, if at all. But, as I said, I am averagely healthy, so no real cause for complaint. What I do dislike, though, is the way men of 70 plus can sometimes become invisible. The attitude seems to be "Why are you still here? Your actuarial estimate at birth was about 72 years, so any time soon, eh!" You are not allowed to wear fashionable clothes, or short swimming costume, or express an opinion without some younger person yawning or miming the action of winding up an old-fashioned gramophone. One old "codger" recently had the temerity to write to Bonesmart, to ask for help for something worrying. He got a tiny handful of replies and rapidly found himself slithering to the bottom of page 2. This is the kind of thing that happens.
So these are all disappointing tendencies, but while I am here I propose to have as good a time as I can. I shall dig gardens for other people rather than wait to have my own garden dug for me. And if the time arrives when I can't do any of these things I shall have to think again.
HIGHLIGHTS
Walking so far in sandals at the seaside that blisters formed under my feet, but the hip didn't hurt at all.
Swimming lesson, where I learned to balance and float in the water without waggling all my arms and legs like a drunken octopus.
Going round mother-in-law's garden for 5 hours in the sunshine, rediscovering horticultural treasures waking up and starting to show themselves.
LOWLIGHTS
Trying to run 400 yards or so and being reduced to limping again the next day.
All the very best to all of you in your journeys.
Alan