Tamae Watanabe, 73, has become the oldest woman to climb Mt. Everest. According to the article, this should be an inspiration to us all.
My hat is off to Watanabe, but it makes me a bit weary. Now it’s not enough that as we age we are required to look younger, courtesy of cosmetic and plastic surgery and the relentless drive towards visual perfection. Now we are required to contemplate undertaking feats of athletic prowess that would shame the young.
I do exercise, and hope to keep doing so. It makes me feel better. But many of my activities have injured me, sometimes badly. Swimming—which is supposed to be so relatively innocuous—led to about twelve years of disability and severe chronic pain, as well as lifelong milder pain and limitations. Ballet is notorious for injury, and I sustained quite a few when I was dancing (including and especially a bad back).
Even the elite athlete runs into trouble at any age, but perhaps especially as he/she gets older. A swimmer featured in the article, Dara Torres, who at 45 is still swimming at an Olympic level, has had her share:
Torres has had multiple surgeries, including an innovative procedure after the 2008 Olympics on her left knee to regenerate cartilage. Before that, she couldn’t walk without a limp, and the muscles in her leg were atrophying.
Could it be that for most people, old-fashioned moderation is the key in this, as it is in so many other things?
[NOTE: Re the title of this post—boy, is this a static scene:
I much prefer this:
