Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If you watch Cheers, in 12 years they didn't age a day.
I admire runners older than I - they are now my heroes. I want to be like them as I grow older.
You know, 65-year-olds love sneakers because they make them feel forty.
I had two older brothers, so I was always competing with them. The guys I grew up with on the golf course, when I was 13, they were 15 or 16, and I was always trying to beat them.
It would have been a helluva lot more fun if I had not hit those sixty-one home runs.
I helped make the Sixties swing, and I'm very proud of that.
At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
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.
To catch a wave, to stand up - it was just life-changing. There was nothing that even came close. I quit playing all other sports - by the time I was eleven, they were toast.
49 and holding. Holding tight! Fighting that heinous age every step of the way.