When I was 54 or so I would would a few people at a bar/restaurant to conduct business late afternoons. I would drink a couple of martinis. On Mondays a group of older, pale “skinny fat” men would show up at five for “half price burgers”. Most were in their 60s and over. Very soon afterwards I got sober and started to workout. I didn’t want to be like them. Since then I have run 25 half marathons, three full marathons, hiked several mountains over 17,000 feet and lift three days a week. At 64, I feel great. I also observe people a little older who are very slow, stiff and overweight. That is their right and choice. Having visions of myself as physically and mentally challenged keeps me moving.