Great to have the boys home, but now it’s time to go to the gym together. Not so great!!! Now come all the jokes about my “girly” workouts. I think I’m doing pretty well until I get around them. That’s how I hurt my shoulder last May, trying to best Ben on the bench press. Really stupid. The guys put me on a regimen of “animal pack” supplements – about 15 honker pills a horse would have a hard time getting down. Plus omega 3 pills and glucosamine and chondroitin supplements. By the time I take all this stuff I’ll probably grow an extra ear or something worse.
I read an article in the New York Times yesterday that reminds us boomers that if we thought we were exercising enough we are most likely wrong. 35 to 40 minutes of cardio is kewl, and weightlifting is good – but there is so much more to do. Get used to it, the article said. Exercise, exercise, exercise. We are living long enough that medicine alone won’t do the trick. I know that, but it’s hard for my attitude to stay in the zone.
We’re in the Christmas season with all the movies about getting our priorities and values in line, i.e., It’s A Wonderful Life. Glad to have all the reminders. I need it. I dream and drift and go with the flow and the moment.
