Wordsworthian Days

Despite having a Wordsworthian sense of pleasure and accomplishment in understanding the passage of time as an antidote to a loss of the vigor of youth, I still wish I could jump over a fence just for the fun of it, hit the baseball field like John Fogerty and play centerfield again (there's new grass on the field you know), and run 7 miles a day like I used to. Some days it seems like an even swap; other days not so much.