I recently retired, which almost immediately proved to be boring. Mainly because all of the projects I had planned to work on and complete upon my retirement, I found I could do “tomorrow”.
This “plan” doesn’t work and finally made me realize the true meaning of a plaque I saw in a small town North Dakota bar many years ago. It read…………”FREE DRINKS….TOMORROW”
Yes, I’m slow, but I eventually get there.
My latest epiphany was to begin regular exercise, to get in shape, lose some pounds, increase my flexability and just basically “buff up”. Like that’s going to work…I’m tired just writing this.
Sooooooo…….I joined a health club last year,
spent about 250 bucks.
Haven’t lost a pound.
Apparently, you have to go there!
Then a learned person suggested I should take up walking. Not power walking, just a daily constitutional to keep the juices flowing and the joints from seizing up. Maybe I could take a cup of coffee with me on the walk, now that science is saying coffee is okay for you again. Maybe I’d bring my camera. I’ve always enjoyed photography and have mountains of nature scenes to my collection. Wow….the ideas and the value of exercise and walking were begining to sway me in their direction.
I met a fella in a coffee shop and started up a conversation which I slowly turned toward the subject of walking. He told me a story. I’m going to pass it along to all of you….right here…..
He told me….”My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60.
Now he’s 97 years old…and we have no idea where the hell he is”.
I went home and burned my walking shoes and made a pact with myself that….the only time I will ever take a long walk is if I want to hear heavy breathing again.