Here is my Miami Sun tricycle, which I take for about a hour spin each day at my Florida retirement complex. Over the past few years, some disabilities have hampered my prior one hour walks and the comfort of a regular bicycle seat. So I did as many do at an older age and switched to a trike. There are a number of senior citizens who join me each day as we exercise in the bright sunshine. In my childhood photos there is one of me as a three year old riding a trike. So I thought to myself, I have come full circle. In the meantime I had become an accomplished hiker and sportsman, but those pursuits are only memories now. I still do play a decent game of golf a couple of times a week.
Recently, I have had a series of digestive problems, which included one operation and having to regiment myself to a diet that is easy to digest. I have learned to enjoy tofu, brown rice and broiled fish as much as I used to love a good steak and french fries. Accordingly, I thought back to my childhood day, and again in my photo album is a photo of my mother feeding me on a high chair. All my foods were soft and easy to digest. Unfortunately, later in life I ate my share of fast foods and imbibed some alcoholic beverages, perhaps some times to excess. Those days are behind me as my body will tell me if the eat the wrong foods. It is not a pleasant message.
I also have accepted the fact that I am not going to mow my lawn anymore or get up on the roof and make repairs. As a home owner, I built additions to my house, did considerable remodeling, replaced the roof a couple of times and painted the place off of high ladders. But I can't do that anymore, no more that I could as a child, as my parents took care of my needs.
As we age, we go through this cycle and accept our new limitations grudgingly. But I like my bike and am also comfortable with who I am. I will accept the declining years and make adjustment as needed until the cycle is over. Meanwhile I can still bog from time to time.