The week gone by — Dec. 13

Every Monday at 7 p.m., I carefully prop up my iPad in my sock drawer, log into Zoom and kick, punch, jump and shuffle for an hour in my exercise class.

We haven’t been in the gym for months, but as long as there’s a class on Monday, I’m there, whether it’s in the parking lot of a pizza place — where we gathered with cones to keep us the required 14 feet apart during the summer — or virtually in my bedroom.

After all, when the class started almost four years ago, it was Thursdays at 7 a.m., and compared to that, how hard is it to follow along on a screen?

Continue reading “The week gone by — Dec. 13”

OK, fine … I’m getting older

Even though I feel good most of the time, and am probably as athletic for my age as I’ve ever been, every now and then I’m reminded that I’m less than 2 1/2 years from turning 50.

For instance, a couple weeks ago after my exercise class when one of my classmates were doing box jumps, and I piled them 39 inches high.

I got my feet down, but couldn’t get my hips up to land the jump, so I fell, landing on my side and breaking the rest of the fall with my hand.

Continue reading “OK, fine … I’m getting older”