15/01/2025
“You either grow up to be an elder or elderly.” That was a passing comment I heard on a podcast this morning. The topic had nothing to do with exercise but I think it applies nevertheless.
To my mind, being an elder means that you are an older adult that younger people look to for guidance, and you may or may not give them a clip over the ears when needed. You get out and about, still giving up your time to help out with the local footy team. You can keep up with the grandkids. You are planning on going for a hike through one of our amazing national parks with your son and his daughter when it cools down a bit.
Elderly on the other hand, probably means that you need help getting out of a chair. When you go to a family event, you get sat in one spot while your children direct your grandchildren to “Make sure you spend some time with grandma or granddad.” People worry about you a lot. You worry about you. About falling and not being able to get back up.
We all get older, and I am certainly no exception. You should hear my joints first thing in the morning. But you don’t have to resign your life, sitting in an armchair watching the weeds grow relentlessly in your garden. Or turn down offers to look after the grandkids.
Strength training brings about confidence in your physical health in a way that no other activity or medication could possibly dream of. Your daughter doesn’t worry that you won’t be able to look after the grandkids because she has seen how easily you move about. You don’t need your son-in-law to come over to pull weeds out and trim the garden (but it’s always nice to have the offer). People in their 40s look at you and will think, “I hope I’m doing that well when I’m that age.”
When I heard the comment ‘elder or elderly’ I knew exactly who the presenters were talking about. I recall one lady that when she first came to me she needed one of those grabby-stick-things to pick things up off the floor. She had another stick that she would use to turn power points on or off, because she was afraid she would fall over if she bent down to do so. She begrudgingly attended strength training classes with me for several months. One day she came to me and proudly told me that she managed to pick her keys up off the floor with her own hands. It still makes me tear up a little. She was elderly, but she was making the effort to get back to being an elder.