Took the grandsons out (in prehistoric times), and they were running backwards and forwards, jumping up and down. Must have covered 10 times the distance we walked. My son popped over to help move stuff around. He just picked things up by himself and carried them upstairs. It was taking me and the OH all our efforts to do the same.
I remember seeing my dad out on the bike, some 30 years ago, plodding along and thinking he was riding like an "old man". Now when I go out, I think I am riding just like he was.