My definition of endurance.

Endurance. That’s what I’m aiming for. As I age. Best to rule out speed and quickness.  That’s for young whippersnappers. Old coots like me.  Need endurance in our search for the Holy Grail.  And for survival. We plod along. More like a turtle than a hare.  I don’t go 7-minute miles anymore. Settling for 4 miles an hour.  But I keep going and going and going.   No let up. If some day it’s necessary to slacken that pace, so be it. As long as I stay in perpetual motion. I picture myself as a svelte and handsome 114-year-old. Completing a marathon. Averaging a 30-minute mile.  Yes. Take that. For my definition of old age endurance. --Jim Broede