I find myself rising early, like an athlete in training. I’ve increased my stretching and warm-up exercises from ten to twelve minutes. After one of those little blue arthritis pills, I put on my workout clothes and hit the walking path around our condo. I bought a cool, red white and blue headband, just in case I should perspire; it hasn’t happened yet. I even carry a bottle of water, which I usually pour on the flower bed beside our building entrance. You don’t work up much of a thirst on a twenty minute power-stroll. As I left the house this morning, John suggested that I pick up one of those sports bras – so that I could walk unencumbered. If there’s one thing we both enjoy, it’s a good laugh!
I’m not the only one who finds the Olympics energizing. More of my senior neighbors are out walking this week, and the boulevard is bustling with young people cycling and running — some pushing strollers, others pulling dogs on leashes.
Even my husband is inspired. He sat transfixed for over an hour the other day staring at a women’s beach volleyball match between two European teams. When I asked which country he was routing for, he pointed to the screen. “Those two in the little white bikini bottoms.” He is such a sports fanatic!
Between you and me, it’s been a long week. My torch is burning low, and I don’t know how much more I can take!
On the bright side, I don’t have to jump from a helicopter –- and the flower bed by our front door has never looked better.