63 years young.
Some mornings I feel north of 80 , but once I get moving that can drop to as low as 40.
Given the years of abuse I have put this meat machine through , I am probably doing as well as can be expected.
But the decline has been noticeable for the last five or so , and it isn't that rapid.
It is the mental battle that is the toughest.
You go your whole life with a cape gently blowing in the breeze behind you , as you stand on the mountain top........sun setting behind you.
Then.............. POW ..............someone sides up to you with a bag of kryptonite.
Still beats the alternative.