getting old

Each day I religiously adhere to a fitness regime: 50x5 (push ups, squats, lunges, wall sit, plank), 10x3x3 weights & today I rode up the gill from here. Its only about one kilometre but its steep as. I got a good sweat up & the thighs were burning. (I will increase l this each week). My much cherished part of a morning routine is the finish off with something hilarious in a physical sense. At Peaky I would go on the flying fox at the play park. I would zoom along backwards yahooing & giggle as I slammed the stop. Today it was the raucous downhill run on my fatbike. Woohoo. 
Unfortunately I had an appointment to get my eyes checked late in the morning, & I suspected that the test would find a cataract in my left. My younger brother has had two removed, & a younger sister is on a Watch & Act with her left eye.
We had "the talk"; they begin growing at age 30, blah blah surgery blah blah. 
Afterwards, even though I knew what might come, talk of surgery kind of rattles you. But the option is " do nothing" & lose clarity in my other eye & not be able to drive. 

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