As I sat watching the news the other night, the broadcaster was talking about a 76-year-old man who runs marathons, rides his bike through the mountains of Colorado, and has climbed some of the tallest mountains in North America.

He said his goal is to climb Mount McKinley and hike the Grand Canyon -- c'mon, that's ridiculous -- I'm 41 (30) years his junior and my goal is to be able to climb 14 stairs every morning.

For years, my older brother has been giving me a hard time about my age. I'm not sure where he went to school for math, but I'm pretty sure he didn't have the same grade school teachers as I did when I was in Cambridge. For some reason he hasn't figured out that making fun of my age when he's five years older than I am only makes him seem senile.

But, in all honesty, even my older brother (by five years) is physically younger than I am. He goes out in the middle of winter and hikes into the woods to hunt for nearly every hunting season you can think of. He takes his kayak and canoe out almost every weekend during the summer so he can fish. I'm lucky if I can make it up the first step into our camper.

Brad is getting mentally prepared for our annual trip to Wyoming for antelope hunting in October. I think I'm still recovering from last year's trip.

His concern for my physical condition is very touching … "Babe," he told me the other day, "if you can't make it up to Wyoming this year, I'd really like to take your gun with me."

First off, I don't remember saying a thing about him going to Wyoming alone. I've heard stories about the things that can happen at antelope camp when there's not a woman there to temper the madness.

And secondly … he's taking my gun?! My brand new gun I used last year to max out on my antelope permits. My gun! The gun that I haven't let anyone touch since Brad first got it sighted in for me. All I have to say is; "if the gun goes, I go with it," -- which kind of ruined his excitement of being able to go to Wyoming by himself.

It may be a challenge, but I'll figure out some way to make it to the hunt, I'll figure out a way to load up my antelope, and I will figure out a way to withstand the 10-hour trip up there and the 10-hour trip back, even if it means laying in the back of the pickup with the antelope.

Getting back to the 76-year-old with goals of climbing the highest mountain in North America -- I don't plan to set my goals quite that high. I'd be happy with climbing up to the swimming pool from the lower shelter house at Kelley Park.