Today I met up with one of my former gym friends at the mall for an early morning walk. She is in her early 80s. I was worried that she would hold me back. I wanted to get “good” exercise. Compared to her I walk like a snail or turtle. She had me clipping at a pace that was exhausting. Never judge anyone by their age.
She introduced me to a few other women who walk the mall. One woman was tall and lanky. I pegged her for mid-60s. She had long curly hair and her face wasn’t overly wrinkled. She was 92. She lifts weights (heavy ones) twice a week and walks the other days. Amazing!
There is a new gym coming to the mall too. The owner says he will have something for seniors. Interested to see what it is although I like my current gym. Exercise for seniors is big business now. There are so many of us trying to be fit so we can live long enough to disrupt the economy.
Speaking of my current gym, I saw a sight that burned my retinas. Long-time readers will remember I talked about Hootchie Mama from my old gym. She was 60-something, overweight and wore the skimpiest outfits. She stuck out all over. ALL over! It wasn’t pretty. The sights you’d see! Oy vay! This week there was an older woman at my gym who had the shortest shorts. No one wears shorts at my gym not even the younger women. It’s all yoga or exercise clothes, close-fitting and stretchy and to the calf. This woman was cycling up a storm. Again, it wasn’t pretty.
The only bad news is that the pink sneakers I saw on my walk last week were no longer there. I really didn’t need them but they were that nice shade of soft pink that’s popular now.
I’m done thinking for today!