“Fast as wind” comes from a conversation I had with my grandfather when he was 83 and I was 27. He told me how, as a young man, he could fly down the ice. “I was fast as wind. Nobody could catch me!” At the time, he was frail, wheezing, and a year or so from passing on.

I turned 60 recently. I feel like it’s the new 70—not because I’m finished, but because perspective has shifted. Things hurt more. Recovery takes longer. When the f&@! did this happen?!