He can’t be!

I am reeling from the news that my first boyfriend is turning 60.

60! How the bloody hell did that happen? He’s a fitness fanatic who competes in Ironman competitions, so he definitely doesn’t look 60 in the photos he posts on Facebook.

Well, I don’t look 58 in mine either, but that’s because I photoshop my wrinkles.

No matter how well preserved we both appear to be, it’s still a shock to the system to be reminded that we started dating more than four decades ago.

And this is concerning: I don’t remember exactly how we hooked up.

He was a year or two above me in high school and was campaigning to save the Franklin River. He had blonde hair and wore a khaki bomber jacket and I thought he was sooooo cute.

But I have no recollection of how or why we started dating.

We were together for a very long time – I think it was six years. But it was never going to last because he was into camping and bushwalking … and I wasn’t.

I was obsessed with fashion and becoming a magazine editor.

Despite our differences, it was very traumatic when he dumped me. I may have stalked him afterwards, which was no mean feat in the days before social media and mobile phones.

I will also be turning 60 in two years. Blimey. I don’t think there will be a party. I’d rather be on an expedition cruise to Antarctica or Palau or somewhere like that.

Being almost 60 is difficult to get my head around, but it stares me in the face every time I’m on a Teams call. Those wrinkles are getting deep!

My age also means that I panic every time that I am idle – like on Saturday – about wasting precious moments.

It freaks me out to do nothing for a few hours, I should be grabbing life with both hands.

I need to be making the most of my health while I can.

That means (reluctantly) grabbing a gym membership with both hands after my recovery from tendonitis. I might look into one of those Fitness Passport thingies. I think I can sign up for it at work and get discounted entry. I’ve even started writing down possible class times: Monday at 7.15pm – flex and stretch; Wednesday at 6.30pm – pilates; Saturday at 11.30am – aqua aerobics …

Starting gently …

Song of the day: Fleetwood Mac “Go your own way”