I read this week that exercising helps prevent dementia and generally helps keep us happier. My question is: does exercising as slow as I go help?
It seems I’ve reached the magic age (might as well think of it as magic) when everything I do is slower. I used to exercise at a good pace. Now I am more methodical. (Notice I didn’t say plod.)
I used to be limber. I could do splits and sit-ups. Now, to do a sit-up I have to hook my feet under a table. Forget those modern crunches. And forget the splits.
This is to segue into the fact that I learned this week that my paternal grandfather loved to dance. He lived to be ninety-nine. Maybe I can dance and be ninety-nine, also. Photo from Unsplash