Doing most of the things I used to, just doing them slower or less intensive than I used to. Riding motorcycles but small ones instead of my Goldwing. Still recovering, or at least I hope I am. Hope I am not like may dad at about 75 when he complained he just couldn't do what he used to but thought he would get better. Of course he never did, was just getting older and congestive heart failure was starting to rear its ugly head (that eventually got him and mom both but not sure when it actually started). He made it to 82 though so had a pretty good long life.