If there were such a thing as the fountain of youth, it would be physical activity. And when I think about being physically active for the rest of my life, I take a page out of my father’s playbook.
As the commander of an underwater demolition team (UDT) in the Pacific, my dad spent the World War II in a swimsuit with a knife and explosives attached to his belt. He was suited to the work, having grown up swimming competitively, and for the rest of his life after the war, he made exercise a priority. Whether it was hammering out 20 laps in the pool, hiking in the woods, skiing, or riding his bike, Dad made it a point to move his body almost every day.
