I must accept my age, and grow my olives and tomatoes

I must be getting old, but at a mere 37 how can this be. I have always used this term jokingly. But lately, I find the joke is not as funny as it used to be. I am an avid boxing fan and even lace up the gloves for a bit of the old one two at the world famous (well London, East-London famous Peacocks Boxing gym) . I will always remember that funny quote from the G.O.A.T Mohamed Ali when he turned to Reg Gutteridge and said something to the effect of "I am sorry my British fans are here to witness this, a couple of years ago I would have whupped this man in 1 round. I must be getting old"



Although like me Ali said those words in jest, I can now start to feel the slow descent into middle age slowly creeping up on me. Playing with my son who is 2 yrs and a few moons at the moment, but has the energy and strength of the energizer bunny on Viagra, adds credence to the argument that maybe I am not as young as I used to be. A couple of years ago, I would have no problem going to work, heading out to the gym after work, performing my marital duties and partying hard on Saturday night. Alas those days are getting to be a fond distant memory.

While I am not quite ready to throw in the while towel, admit defeat and as a great line from my favourite movie of all time "The Godfather" " I must accept my age, and grow my olives and tomatoes"

In order words, so what if I am getting a bit on in life, I still am in pretty good shape, healthy, wiser and have the type of confidence that only comes with age. Last and most importantly of all I am surrounded by great family and friends. All who have stood by me through the ages of change and self discovery.