Who I Want To Be When I Grow Up

There is a little-old lady that I see almost every weekday on my way up to the church. I always see this lady on my way up the hill. She's about 4 ft. nothing and about 75 lbs. She's a tiny little thing. It doesn't matter if its summer or winter, I usually see her. She bundles up in a puffy down coat when its cold. She has jet-black hair that she clearly has done about once a week. She often wears these gray camouflage pants which I find hilarious. It shows a bit of spunk. She appears to be in her 80's although I can't be certain about that. I know where she lives because I see her out cleaning up leaves and sweeping/shoveling snow off of her walks. She goes for a walk every morning. She usually carries a walking stick. She looks like she is walking just as fast as her little body will carry her. She always stops to regain her balance and catch her breath along the fence by the cemetery. She stops for a moment holding on to the fence and then off she goes. I think she's amazing. The walk is clearly a struggle for her, but she keeps at it. She has a lot of drive to keep on keeping on. I love this. I want to be just like her when I get to be her age. She's on the go. She stays active. She's great! I don't want to curl up in my rocking chair when I reach my golden years. I want to be a busy, healthy, active person in camouflage pants. Which means I should probably start now so I will look as good as this lady in another 40 years.