I’ve pushed the “Don’t let the old man in” message before in this column.

It’s become a bit of a mantra for “Being Barra”. I’ve written about staying active. About fighting back against the slow creep of time with a pair of sand shoes and a bit of sweat.

And judging by the feedback I’ve had — emails, comments, even people stopping me in the street — I may have struck a chord.

One reader reckons she keeps one of my columns on her fridge as motivation for herself and her husband. Well done, I love that.

It’s reassuring to know that in some small way, “Being Barra” has helped get a few more people off the couch and out the door.

But here’s the twist. In what can only be described as a full-blown case of column karma, I’ve been ignoring my own advice. What a bloody hypocrite, I can hear y

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