There"s something about 94 year olds that mystifies me. Two years ago while doing my 10 week physical therapy after my triple bypass I met Henry. He was distinctive in many ways, mostly dress. Always wore jeans, a flannel shirt, a belt, and suspenders. His only concession to therapy was he was forced to buy a pair of sneakers so he wouldn"t mar the warmup/cool down track. His attitude blew me away. He always checked with his therapist as to the order of activities and if any counts increased, and followed instructions like a bulldog. He was a bit shaky when walking, so he was allowed to use a walker, which he proceeded to wear the wheels off. Being a mere lad of 67 I used to lap him when we shared the track, and I usually asked him how he was. 'Not bad for an old man' was his standard reply. On my last day I finally asked him his age: 92! Henry has been my inspiration ever since, but after watching this vid he now has company.
This proves the tag line about playing and aging - if you want it bad enough you can do it.
Jake