Had a conversation with a couple of the University administration staff on my way out today. A beautiful late afternoon, sun shining and I was on my way home to get changed and go for a wee trot around Barshaw Park. Nothing too strenuous, just a way of loosening up and sloughing off the worst of a day's wear and tear.
Talking with my two admin friends about the clocks going forward Saturday past, and losing an hour's sleep, one of my friends said it was the next night she felt tired, and was in bed at the ridiculously early hour of 9.30pm. So by way of consolatory conversation, a kind of solidarity with those who go to bed early and get up early, I mentioned that whereas I used to be able to read for an hour in bed at night, now I was struggling to clock five minutes before my eyelids did their portcullis thing.
Whereupon the third member of this conversation said, in tones of unmistakably sincere sympathy, "Aye well - but don't worry. That'll come to us all". Now I don't know if I look older than I am, or if I feel older than I look, or if I am older than I should be for my age!
Anyway - not too old to run round the park for 50 minutes and arrive home still standing and able to hold a conversation, albeit accompanied by heavy breathing! Just about ready to run my first 10k of the year - but only when the weather is good. No point in taking chances at my age.