Anybody agile, or ever been?

jujube said:
A lot of floaters are the remnants of the blood vessel that connects the retina with the cornea during embryonic development.

The vessel dies and breaks up at a point during gestation and most of the "debris" is absorbed. Some remains to become floaters.

People who were preemies tend to have more floaters than do full-termers as there was less time during gestation for the debris to be absorbed.

I got this info from my eye surgeon who was sure I was a preemie. I wasn't.
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That is an interesting tidbit.
 

I'm still pretty agile...(hope I'm not tempting fate by saying that). I think it's important not to restrict your movements. The less you do, the less you are able to do. If you watch children, they move every part of their bodies. We need to continue to do that for as long as we can.
 

fancicoffee13 said:
Falling is a big issue these days.
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Yeah

Wrote something about that in an old thread of mine;

Falling down

At the age of four, one falls on a regular schedule.
No big deal
Yer close to the ground anyway
Get up
Run
Fall down
Repeat

When in yer late sixties, falling down is akin to plunging off the edge of the Grand Canyon
Seems about the same space of time to mentally adjust with several choice expletives
Once you’ve determined yer goin’ over, and have made one or more feeble attempts at grabbing (helplessly flailing) at something on the way down, like a small animal or a board with a rusty nail in it, you come to the grim reality that there’s just no stopping you, yer gonna hit.
Hard
Fleeting thoughts of childhood pets, Felecia Moorhead’s heaving cleavage, and health insurance premiums rush thru.

The landing..style points

I’ve never ever landed well.
Even in high school football, where you practice it, forever it seems.
Drop and roll for me was slowly crouching down and flopping over, immediately losing any location orientation.
I was a pretty good second baseman and shortstop, with good hand/eye coordination, but range...didn’t dare stretch out for the hot liner, could topple over, those were for outfielders.

The somersault has been an unattainable challenge, since early on in life, even though Connie Ekbert and her holey underwear showed me the main gist of the mechanics,
in slow motion,
several times...

Types

There’s the falling up
A couple/three months ago I stubbed my toe on a curb, going in to a Goodwill Store.
Went down
Landing on my palms
But that one didn’t count so much.
I fell kinna across, not down.

Now, coming off a curb, where the front half of the foot begins to point down, while the back half remains on the curb..heh...that one’s a beaut.
There’s a forward thrust, like some hit man from behind just pushed you into the subway rails.
That one doesn’t give you the grace period of fond childhood memories
Maybe a broken expletive
Maybe

Then there’s the WTF one, where it seemingly takes nothing more than a pebble on the road, or twig in the forest.
This may be attributed to the gait of a vague shuffle after a day of performing feats of long gone youthful brawn in the company of younger folk half my age.

Pain

I used to just wince, then find my way back up
But I no longer experience pain....if...I land on my palms (scar tissue).
If I happen to go down around a crowd of people, I notice they are the ones doing the wincing and grimacing.
Now I just crawl over to an object higher than my waist, hoist myself up,
give the concerned crowd a Nixon victory sign,
and hobble on my way.

So far, I’m good with it all.
Figger it’s God’s way of keeping me humble.

(fell on the ice yesterday...thought I better write these thoughts down while my wrists still function)
 
Talk about floaters. I am nearsighted. Minus 9.00 nearsighted. Well as someone like me becomes older, and the vitreous shinks pulling away from the over-stretched retina, both light and dark floaters fill the visual field. On a bright day, there is a lace curtain effect when looking at the sky. Doing close work, like beading, is great though. Don't need a magnifying glass.
 
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Here is a Youtube video of a couple peak bagging up a Sierra Nevada peak, Cloudripper in the South Fork of Bishop Creek canyon I've visited numbers of times. The first 4 minutes shows traveling through Class 2 talus boulders while the remaining parts of the 14 minute video is higher Class climbing. As someone often off trails all my adult life during summers, I frequently dynamically negotiate Class 2 talus fields, even carrying a heavy pack. This also complements my recreational bump skiing. Not to brag, but just to show the upper range of what a few octogenarians with lucky DNA are capable of if they have developed such skills.

 
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Lawrence00 said:
Would like to do table tennis tournaments again. And if I can get a house again, I'll be buying a ping pong robot to play with.
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I've thought of getting one but they take up a lot of room, and it's history when the robot malfunctions.
A return board <-- looks like an interesting alternative.

I've been averaging 96 minutes a day on my bike from May 1st a year ago, and nearly 2 hours a day the year before that.
My plan is to reduce that again to devote more time to walking and other activities. I stopped running and hiking a few years
ago due to pain in my right knee caused by the constant terrible running shoes and not having any suitable surfaces to run on.

The pain is long gone thanks to various exercises, so I want to do more walking again, and some day be able to run again.
If I could run in my 90's then that would be great.
 
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John cycling said:
I've thought of getting one but they take up a lot of room, and it's history when the robot malfunctions.
A return board <-- looks like an interesting alternative.

I've been averaging 96 minutes a day on my bike from May 1st a year ago, and nearly 2 hours a day the year before that.
My plan is to reduce that again to devote more time to walking and other activities. I stopped running and hiking a few years
ago due to pain in my right knee caused by the constant terrible running shoes and not having any suitable surfaces to run on.

The pain is long gone thanks to various exercises, so I want to do more walking again, and some day be able to run again.
If I could run in my 90's then that would be great.
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Robopong is what I had. Loved it. Had financial downturn. Had to sell and abandon everything.

Stairs machine, slow motion weights, and walking will be the go to tasks when my time allows.
 
Gary O' said:
Yeah

Wrote something about that in an old thread of mine;

Falling down

At the age of four, one falls on a regular schedule.
No big deal
Yer close to the ground anyway
Get up
Run
Fall down
Repeat

When in yer late sixties, falling down is akin to plunging off the edge of the Grand Canyon
Seems about the same space of time to mentally adjust with several choice expletives
Once you’ve determined yer goin’ over, and have made one or more feeble attempts at grabbing (helplessly flailing) at something on the way down, like a small animal or a board with a rusty nail in it, you come to the grim reality that there’s just no stopping you, yer gonna hit.
Hard
Fleeting thoughts of childhood pets, Felecia Moorhead’s heaving cleavage, and health insurance premiums rush thru.

The landing..style points

I’ve never ever landed well.
Even in high school football, where you practice it, forever it seems.
Drop and roll for me was slowly crouching down and flopping over, immediately losing any location orientation.
I was a pretty good second baseman and shortstop, with good hand/eye coordination, but range...didn’t dare stretch out for the hot liner, could topple over, those were for outfielders.

The somersault has been an unattainable challenge, since early on in life, even though Connie Ekbert and her holey underwear showed me the main gist of the mechanics,
in slow motion,
several times...

Types

There’s the falling up
A couple/three months ago I stubbed my toe on a curb, going in to a Goodwill Store.
Went down
Landing on my palms
But that one didn’t count so much.
I fell kinna across, not down.

Now, coming off a curb, where the front half of the foot begins to point down, while the back half remains on the curb..heh...that one’s a beaut.
There’s a forward thrust, like some hit man from behind just pushed you into the subway rails.
That one doesn’t give you the grace period of fond childhood memories
Maybe a broken expletive
Maybe

Then there’s the WTF one, where it seemingly takes nothing more than a pebble on the road, or twig in the forest.
This may be attributed to the gait of a vague shuffle after a day of performing feats of long gone youthful brawn in the company of younger folk half my age.

Pain

I used to just wince, then find my way back up
But I no longer experience pain....if...I land on my palms (scar tissue).
If I happen to go down around a crowd of people, I notice they are the ones doing the wincing and grimacing.
Now I just crawl over to an object higher than my waist, hoist myself up,
give the concerned crowd a Nixon victory sign,
and hobble on my way.

So far, I’m good with it all.
Figger it’s God’s way of keeping me humble.

(fell on the ice yesterday...thought I better write these thoughts down while my wrists still function)
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Just saw this - sounds like me! My biggest fall was in 2008, when I fell down a flight of stairs on a rainy day and landed on asphalt. I must have conked out because when I woke up, I couldn't feel my body. I could only move my head. It was as if nothing existed below my head. It was the weirdest feeling. I thought I was paralyzed. I started yelling for help, and my husband and son came and helped me up and that's when the feeling came back. The ambulance took me to the hospital. Tests showed my neck had been damaged and the doctor told me if I fell again, I would be paralyzed. That was a sobering thought. Yet, years later, I still go up and down the stairs, walk on a treadmill, play the violin, etc. The one thing I am more careful of is lifting heavy stuff.
 
If I was ever agile it would have been as a senior in high school. We had an extremely tough basketball coach. Practice was two hours long every school day afternoon. Sometimes on Saturday mornings if coach thought we were slacking during games. He ended each practice with 20 minutes of what we called torture drills - wind sprints, ladders, pushups, situps, burpees, etc. Coach really knew how to take the fun out of playing basketball. Never was in better shape though.
 
Gary O' said:
Yeah

Wrote something about that in an old thread of mine;

Falling down

At the age of four, one falls on a regular schedule.
No big deal
Yer close to the ground anyway
Get up
Run
Fall down
Repeat

When in yer late sixties, falling down is akin to plunging off the edge of the Grand Canyon
Seems about the same space of time to mentally adjust with several choice expletives
Once you’ve determined yer goin’ over, and have made one or more feeble attempts at grabbing (helplessly flailing) at something on the way down, like a small animal or a board with a rusty nail in it, you come to the grim reality that there’s just no stopping you, yer gonna hit.
Hard
Fleeting thoughts of childhood pets, Felecia Moorhead’s heaving cleavage, and health insurance premiums rush thru.

The landing..style points

I’ve never ever landed well.
Even in high school football, where you practice it, forever it seems.
Drop and roll for me was slowly crouching down and flopping over, immediately losing any location orientation.
I was a pretty good second baseman and shortstop, with good hand/eye coordination, but range...didn’t dare stretch out for the hot liner, could topple over, those were for outfielders.

The somersault has been an unattainable challenge, since early on in life, even though Connie Ekbert and her holey underwear showed me the main gist of the mechanics,
in slow motion,
several times...

Types

There’s the falling up
A couple/three months ago I stubbed my toe on a curb, going in to a Goodwill Store.
Went down
Landing on my palms
But that one didn’t count so much.
I fell kinna across, not down.

Now, coming off a curb, where the front half of the foot begins to point down, while the back half remains on the curb..heh...that one’s a beaut.
There’s a forward thrust, like some hit man from behind just pushed you into the subway rails.
That one doesn’t give you the grace period of fond childhood memories
Maybe a broken expletive
Maybe

Then there’s the WTF one, where it seemingly takes nothing more than a pebble on the road, or twig in the forest.
This may be attributed to the gait of a vague shuffle after a day of performing feats of long gone youthful brawn in the company of younger folk half my age.

Pain

I used to just wince, then find my way back up
But I no longer experience pain....if...I land on my palms (scar tissue).
If I happen to go down around a crowd of people, I notice they are the ones doing the wincing and grimacing.
Now I just crawl over to an object higher than my waist, hoist myself up,
give the concerned crowd a Nixon victory sign,
and hobble on my way.

So far, I’m good with it all.
Figger it’s God’s way of keeping me humble.

(fell on the ice yesterday...thought I better write these thoughts down while my wrists still function)
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I'm sorry you fell @Gary O' , but you're so dang funny!
 
Age and a bit of Arthritis has slowed down my "agility" in recent years. But, I find that getting out every day when the weather permits, and doing some good physical activity...yardwork, gardening, etc., allows me to remain fairly fit and able to move around without "stumbling". If I get stuck in the house for several days, I can feel this old body "tightening up".

With regard to "Floaters",...I had problems with that about 5 years ago. My eye doctor recommended a daily routine of taking a fish oil capsule and a Lutein pill. After a few months of taking those supplements, the floaters went away, and I haven't had any more since....knock wood.
 
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