My youngest kid is 45. (Hey, that’ll happen and the great news is that, after forty, children are SO much easier. And after 50?…don’t even ask.) Anhow she did a hell of a thing last weekend…swam with her water polo team out in San Francisco in the FINA championships along with some 7200 other Masters women. A lot of them were in their 30s and 40s but one woman did a 50 yard butterfly race…at 85! Talk about active aging!
Ranie’s team did not do terribly well, I’m afraid, but they competed against a lot of former Olympians and had the time of their lives. Won a prize, too, for being the most loveable team. (HUH?) True. And had the time of her life. I am beyond proud. And she is Younger This Year.
If you have any masters stories, please share. The whole subject scares the hell out of me, but imresses me too.