AGING

1. Let's be clear! Aging sucks! Nothing works like it used to. Everything hurts.Our minds, if we're lucky, want business and play as usual but our bodies say NO! Wait a minute, you
can't do that anymore. Stay off ladders, watch your step going up and down the stairs. No more cutting firewood, no heavy lifting, no running, you might fall, ad infinitum. This website is just simply my way of saying "to hell with all that!" Do what you can do until you can't do it anymore.
2. This page is faded on purpose. It shows me doing something that I just can't do anymore without hurting my back and my eyesight has lost it's edge in running whitewater rapids.
3. I switched from running rapids to PICKLEBALL and who knows what's next when I can't play pickleball anymore? Cornhole? Horseshoes? I hope this site will inspire you to
create movement in your life, something that you love and enjoy. Don't just sit around waiting for nature to take its' course. It doesn't need your help! Stay active til the last drop. If you die in the next five minutes are you doing what you want to be doing?
4. METAMORPHOSIS - IT'S NEVER TOO LATE! I jumped out of an airplane when I turned 70. IT WAS EXHILERATING! When I turned 60 I stopped my fear of flying.....I love to
fly now, except getting to the plane! What are you going to do? email pictures of what
you do and I'll post them here with your permission.

A HEART FELT STORY! WINDED! I'd been feeling winded at the beginning of play for several weeks and thought maybe I should mention it to my VA Dr. MBanefo......just for information. Next thing I knew I had failed an immediate EKG and was getting a nuclear stress test at my specialist Cardiologist Dr. Mashim Uddin's office. Boom, next morning, down to my birthday suit under a sheet on a guerny rolling through the juju halls and walls of the place where people come to die or avoid death for another day and live. IV is in place, the ROOM looms ahead, jolted to a stop my body is moved to an icy cold metal table surrounded by people with masks and an overhead lamp that competes with the Sun for brightness. This must be the place! The room where everything moves rapidly and slowly. The invasion of your body begins, drugs flow, feelings float, I'm in the present moment totally aware. breathing, but on the rack for repair. A Titanium-Nitride-Oxide coated bioactive Stent is being installed. Jaw bones aching, minor discomfort, more drugs, Cath removed, femoral artery stitched, body shifted to guerny and the rollin, rollin, rollin begins again, only now I'm floating without a care. Escaped a bypass again, told em I had a pickleball tournament this coming weekend. Did I hear laughter? My eyes meet the love of my life, Meg and Dr. Uddin is telling her all is well for now. Surviving the night of little sleep in the hospital is next, sound sleep splurts in one hour synchryments, more needles, bright lights, vitals checked, say your name and birthdate, scan the bar code on your arm to make sure you're in the right grocery cart.....exhausted, the day mercifully breaks, you're ready to go. I'm told my Dr. never comes in before noon......as he simultaneously walks into the room and says, "I came early just for you Jerry, we got to get you out of here and ready for Pickleball! What a Doctor!!!! Walking, walking, walking down the halls, and out the door to fresh air, a ride to home sweet home. I'm not dead yet! Stupidity or should I say addiction takes over and two days later you're playing singles in the annual Pickled Peach Valentine Pickleball Tournament through four grueling games to 15. A bronze Heart is won and my heart feels like Bronze! NO, Titanium. Why is this medal sticking to my chest?