For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for September 29, 2018

my father is 67¾ and he goes to the gym a few times a week

Ironically, those two ladies’ hairstyles in the final panel are remarkably similar to the hairstyles Connie and Elly will eventually have.

It’s all relative, ladies. When I was 20, I thought anyone over 35 was ancient. When I turned 30, it was nothing for me. When I hit 40, it was “Wait, what?” When 50 came, it was “Bring it on — 50 is the new 30!” And now that I’m 57, I say “Sixty? Bring it!” and consider anyone UNDER 35 to be a mere child!

What’s doing all the flapping and flopping he asked,knowingly?

I know a woman who does dog agility (it’s a sport, Google it), which means she jogs around constantly and sprints at times.

She’s 85.

Just an observation but I seldom see a jogger that is smiling.

That’s because they are trying to find out where their next breath is coming from

“Oh, madame, would that I were only 80 years old!” – Bernard Le Bovier de Fontenelle

Age, it’s all your point of view.

Perhaps if Elle kept her stride a little closer to the ground, she wouldn’t be so out of breath :>)

It’s that they are jogging on pavement that gets me. There is no give in concrete. It’s guaranteed to kill your knees, and feet.

so what do you oh so proud and bragging exercisers do when a crippling illness, through no fault of your own, takes you down and totally changes your life? thank your stars or whatever, because multiple sclerosis struck me down literally overnite. there is no known cause and no known cure yet. life is now a bowl of cherries. cannot drive, cannot do stairs, everything takes at least 5 time longer than it used to. thankfully my little dog and constant companion does not criticize me like family does. no matter how good your life is today, you never know what is just around the corner.

“To be young again” It all depends on the circumstances.“If I knew than what I do now” I’d make different mistakes.