When I took up fly fishing around age 40, I was fond of saying that as my ability to run decreased, I'd just spend more time fly fishing. Now I no longer run at all (I do miss it, though...) and I realize that the day came far sooner than I imagined it would. I can't imagine what I'll do when I can no longer fish. Probably read a lot. Maybe try painting and drawing again. I know I'll have to do something...
A right emblem it may be, of the uncertain things of this world; that when men have sold them selves for them, they vanish into smoke. ~ William Bradford
I finally realized that Life is a metaphor for Fly Fishing.