Age is laughing1

What a difference between the days when I ran in India and now! I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. The best thing is to laugh at age, but perhaps age is laughing at me.

When I ran the 100 metres in India, I used to run much, much faster. Now, nothing moves.

My left leg moves as if it were carrying a dead elephant — it is lifeless.


  1. RB 563. 20 June 1982