On my run late this afternoon I caught up with a fit looking man with strong legs walking up a hill and we had a little chat. He began running alongside me. He told me he’d had a couple of pints in the town and was walking home, clearly having walked to the town earlier. He had done his exercise that morning : 4 miles running the country lanes, which he tries to do most mornings. He proudly stated his age as 73, but he looked more like 60 to me, with wonderful posture. He asked me if he was holding me back, but he definitely wasn’t, and besides, I was enjoying his company. After a few minutes he resumed his walking and I ran on, thinking how inspiring that encounter had been, and how I hope to be in his shoes when I am 73, and beyond. He made my day!