I think this poem epitomises the people we write about. Extreme sportsmen, endurance athletes, people just out to have a damn good time…
Age is a quality of mind.
If you have left your dreams behind
If hope is cold
If you no longer plan ahead
If your ambitions are all dead
then you are old.
But if you make of life the best
And in your life you still have zest
If love you hold –
No matter how the years go by
No matter how the birthdays fly
You are NOT old.
Sir Archibald Flower
Perfect, isn’t it?