On Saturday I climbed the Kappelmuur on my feet just before 140 women cyclists climbed it on their bikes.  I was not going to miss these precious moments.

And then there was the descent.  My legs tightened up and my knees screamed on the downward cobbles.  I had an hour before my train left.  I needed most of that.

How amazing to be inching down the hills – wobbly … tentative … in pain.  I imagined a little boy passing by saying to his parents “Look at that old man.”

I guess he was right.  But only old in the body.  There is so much more in life.

I slept nine hours on Saturday night, eleven on Sunday.  Yesterday, before 9:00 pm, I felt myself slumping on the couch.  “Go to bed, Bruce.”  I obeyed orders.

And then there was 8:00 am.  I smiled.

So what’s in my future?  More climbs of the Kappelmuur in Geraardsbergen?  Dancing my legs off at Tomorrowland?  Being on the cross-trainer at Basic-Fit for an hour?  Climbing the forty steps to my apartment till I’m 90?

Maybe

And maybe not!

What I will say is this:

I promise to be fully engaged with the future moments

I promise to be spiritually connected with whomever is willing to join me

I promise to be alive