Yesterday was training session #2. This task is beginning to feel quite *mammoth* and I am trying to refrain from freaking out just yet. I don’t want to peak too early you see. To give you some context to the enormity of what’s in front of me – I have 61 training sessions in the plan and a total of 456 miles to cover over the next 2 months and 27 days…. Do you see my issue here?
Anyway 5 miles was the task at hand last night. Toddle to the gym on my little mission. Hop on a running machine. Plug in some tunes (Tinie Tempah this week – highly recommended – plus it makes me feel down with the kids) and off I go. Job’s a good ‘un.
My usual *goldfish state* kicked in at about mile one and I started thinking about something I had read this week. The HRD writes a blog and this week had referenced a story that appeared on the BBC about the subject of life expectancy, which had some rather interesting statistics in it:
“The Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) said its figures suggested 10 million people – 17% of the population – would become centenarians.”
It then goes on: “The DWP estimates there will be at least 507,000 people aged 100 or over by 2066, including 7,700 people aged 110 or over – so-called super-centenarians. Currently 11,800 people in the UK are aged 100 or over and fewer than 100 are over 110.”
Now I’m all for living life to the full* (*insert alternative trite adage/s here) however the cold, hard reality of living for *that* long is actually quite scary…
Like The HRD, and several other people I’ve polled on the subject, my initial response was positive – no one wants to die (duh) therefore this news automatically becomes a good thing doesn’t it?
Actually I’m not so sure.
When I was musing this over a number of things sprung to mind which all boiled down to one main question – Do you really have a *quality of life* if you live this long?
I saw my parents at the weekend and my Pa, in his usual fashion, decided to remind me (one more time with feeling) that I need to shoot him if he goes a bit nuts / batty / demented in later life. Note: this from the man who at fast approaching seventy is fitter, more active (mentally and physically) and healthier than I’ve ever known him.
Despite advances in medical science – check out the mice – there is a fine line here. I’m sure we could all live to a ripe old age however we don’t really control our destiny do we? There is a point at which your body / mind / health will tell you loud and clear that you’ve had enough.
So at the end of mile six (I overdid it, but what the hell!) I decided that I will continue on in my current vein – growing old (dis)gracefully, taking a few risks here and there and ensuring that life (in general) plants a grin firmly on my face.