Exercising

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