Garry Smith at the Academy of Self Defense in Sheffield (UK) has started a blog. I added it to the Links down on the right. If he writes regularly, it will creep up into the blog roll list. Garry will be one of my hosts in the UK later this month, and that's part of the connection, but he wrote something brilliant that spoke directly to me.
I don't like the idea of getting old. I doubt if it's the years as much as the mileage. Old breaks ache, old dislocations click and catch. Weird tremors, vision blurry in the eye that wasn't gouged...
A big part of my fear of growing old is that I don't know anyone who came from my background who did so successfully. 'Growing old gracefully' always looked like something rich people with peaceful lives could do. The ranch country where I grew up, the loggers and ranchers just worked (and drank) until they died. None of the extraordinary fighters that I know are transitioning well. Either still trying to play like a young man and racking up serious injuries or collapsing in memories of the days when they did something 'more real' and all too often that descends into alcohol too, a way to time travel and deal with what seems like boredom.
The best way to solve many problems is to find someone else who has solved it... but fighters growing old gracefully appear to be rare as purple pearls. Greg Jones of San Soo appears to be doing the best, but his early life was pretty hellish and he really appreciates the relative peace.
Anyway, I've been trying to figure out how to grow old gracefully, and that might be the problem.
"I intend to grow old disgracefully..."
Yeah. That right there. Needs to be on a T-shirt.
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