An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress,

 W.B.Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar quoted this poem in his newsletter today but he stressed the "unless." He feels that:

Those “tatters” aren’t our weakness, they’re our strength. They challenge us, sure, but they also force us to place our lives in clear perspective. We are sledding down a hillside that we will never climb up again. So, we must learn to love the sliding, the view, the crisp air, and those cheering us on.

We must learn to love the sliding.

(daily ex. update, morning dog walk 1.6 miles, pm slow jog 4.5 miles)