Today I am beginning a weight-training regimen down at a small gym at the bottom of my road. This first-time experience will go undocumented by pictures.
I’m in my sixties and although I look somewhat fit, I’m not. I have no strength other than that of spirit.
Sometimes, I hate to admit, I fail to twist the lids from capers and sweet pickle bottles. Other times, when my husband closes off the hose nozzle, I cannot budge it from its recalcitrant grip, so the begonias droop until he comes home to rescue their sweet souls and stems from water deprivation.
I walk briskly up a mountain road about 4 times a week and chase a yellow dog around the property, along with
shooting shooing turkeys off the grass (now dead…the grass, that is), but these activities are not enough to improve my bone density, muscle tone, and strength.
So, wish me luck. Think good thoughts.