World champ Eve Pell on love of her life, and joint 150th birthday
It’s one of the sweetest stories you’ll ever read about masters in love. Despite its sad ending, Eve Pell’s
first-person essay in The New York Times
Thursday will remind you why running in old age is no different from that of youth. Great headline, too: The Race Grows Sweeter Near Its Final Lap.
Eve writes: “We traveled to Italy to compete in the 2007 World Masters Athletics Championships (what I fondly call вЂњThe Geriatric OlympicsвЂќ), where we both won gold medals in our respective age brackets: 70 to 74 for me and 80 to 84 for Sam. At home, we planted a garden; I finished writing a memoir. Every morning we did push-ups; every evening we sat on the rim of our bathtub and flossed our teeth. He called me вЂњsweetheart.вЂќ He never forgot an anniversary, including our first movie date. I gave him flowers on BettyвЂ™s birthday.” Read the whole story and be glad she’s one of us. (And thanks to lovebird Nadine O’Connor
for the link!)
January 26, 2013