None of the longest-lived people ran marathons or pumped iron. They live exactly as their grandparents before them - surrounded by family and friends.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad was a big runner. Growing up, I watched him do half marathons, and he was always running six or seven miles.
I ran my first marathon in Florida in 1985. I had never run more than nine miles.
Our grandfathers had to run, run, run. My generation's out of breath. We ain't running no more.
I've run the marathon several times, so I definitely don't look like the Great Ancestor!
My father, though, could run very much faster. It was impossible to compete with him on the grass. But it was astonishing how slow old people were. Some of them could not run up a hill and called it trying to climb stairs.
I used to run a full marathon in three hours and 25 or 26 minutes. Not any more.
I had two family members involved in World War I: two great-uncles. One of them is on a memorial in France. And the other was a trench runner who survived the war. The average life span of a trench runner was 36 hours, but he survived the whole war.
My maternal grandmother was the longest-lived of my grandparents. She migrated to Australia in her 80s and lived into her 90s. It was great that she got to be part of my adult life.
Yes, my dad's a marathoner. He used to do sprint distances and then started marathoning. My mom is an endurance animal. She does three-day events like the Susan G. Komen three-day walk.
Plenty of people who are 38 have run really well in the marathon.