Watching the world series Triathlon series which takes the athletes to various locations all over the Globe. They are all, I would like to be there places, coupling the sea and beach with sunny sea-side suburbs to run and cycle through. Under a cloudless sky this weeks event was held in San Diego with its sun kissed landscape of boating harbours and palm trees It was the perfect escape from our cold grainy environment.
The thought comes to mind why, having lived in places that are the equivalent, would one want to settle for anything less in the latter stages of ones life.
It is funny that we can be somewhat complacent, entering the final phase of ones life. There is a sort of wonder that one is still around, feeling fairly fit, the only inhibitor is the mind set, "the get up and go". I keep on looking at bikes and ever smaller boats.
Would a life on Europe's waterways hold my interest, would the Spartan facilities on board be too much of a hurdle, would I miss my hot shower in the morning.
Of course one is judging the pros and cons from a static position, without the added chemistry that the changing scenery of being "footloose" brings. Changing scenery and the magic of the accidental vis a vis, conformity,
When young the accidental confrontation, the necessity to think on ones feet, the possibility of not being in control, (an anathema to most people when they get older), is the juice that gives life to everything.
Chancing ones arm, taking the view that it will turn out ok, is not the attitude that an older person, who has experienced many unforeseen turns of fortune and is less able to turn events around in the time needed, who feels less gung ho, less courageous, less, simply less !!
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