I’ll leave fitness to the old folks
You couldn’t call me a gym rat, but for the past several decades, I’ve frequented fitness centers enough to stay in decent shape. Now in my early 60s, I don’t have a stomach that suggests I’m in my second trimester, and I can take a flight of stairs without bursting a blood vessel or huffing like a SEPTA train squatting at the station. I can even outdo guys half my age, provided they’ve just had ACL surgery. For me, working out had always been as automatic as brushing my teeth. Over the past couple of years, however, I’ve lost my appetite for exercise and have cut back significantly. Bring on the cavities.