I read a saying this afternoon which seemed amazingly apt for the way I was feeling –
“Youth looks forward,
Old age looks backward,
Middle Age looks tired.”
I had just been watching the ‘skipathon’ at school. One hundred and fifty kids or so, skipping, jumping and hopping for a whole hour. Just watching them made me feel exhausted. Did I really used to have that much energy? Where did it go? Not that I was ever any good at skipping, especially not when I had to run into a rope being turned by two people. Little Miss Uncoordinated, that was me. But I did play for hours and go off for walks I’d not think of attempting now.
I really should do more exercise. Where I was born in England, the locals regularly lived to be ninety or even a hundred years old. That was because you couldn’t go anywhere without going up or down a hill and everyone walked everywhere. My parents are both in their late seventies, but walk for miles each day rather than get into the car. I’m sure they’d beat me hands down in a physical competition. I live on a farm where I could walk for miles without even leaving our property. So what’s my excuse?
The sad fact is, I don’t have one.
Is it bedtime yet?
What do you do to keep fit?