May 1, 2015 | I've lately turned to archeology, digging out relics from moving boxes in the garage. Among the treasures were photographs, some dating back to my earliest years. I thought a little trip down memory lane might be a nice way to commemorate #72.
The early years
It was the 70s. What can I say?
In the late 70s I took up running, and after I moved to Hawaii in 1983, I began competing in races.
There's a funny story about my running the Vancouver Marathon. This was during a time when I had decided I was old enough and would not celebrate nor acknowledge any more birthdays. This went on for years. But then they scheduled the Vancouver Marathon on my birthday, and I decided I would enter so I could say I ran a marathon on my 50th birthday.
At the finish line they even announced, "Here comes number 213, Paul Williamson from San Jose, California, and today's his birthday!" Do you know how hard it is to wave your hands in the air and act happy when you could hardly stumble up to the finish line?
What makes this so funny is that some time later, a friend with mathematical talents pointed out that I had not been 50 years old at the time, but actually 51. No wonder I was so tired!
The HP years overlap my running years, having started at HP in 1987.
On growing "old"
This is a speech from a conference on aging. They guy is a weather forecaster, but I'm guessing he might have moonlighted as a stand-up comic. It's a tad long (15 minutes), but I promise you'll find the time well spent.