Blooms and gloom – When I was a teenager I could depend on getting a zit in a prominent place for any special occasion. I get zits a lot less but the tradition continues in different ways. This coming week I will be judging presentation skills. To celebrate I got something going on in my eye. It may be a hidden sty on the lower lid. Hidden doesn’t mean you can’t see it. You can’t see the main event but my eye is bloodshot and watering. It’s the kind of eye that makes your eyes water when you look at me. Let’s hope it’s gone by Wednesday! Maybe some stylish colored glasses will work!
A difference of age – Between my new gym and walking group, I’ve noticed a big difference that separates the ages. Water bottles! The older folks (just for the record I barely fit that category – barely!) don’t carry water bottles all the time. ALL THE TIME! At the gym the young folks carry one from equipment to equipment. They will set it on the floor if they need too. (We older folks think floors are dirty places to store anything that goes into your mouth.) My walking group is all older and no one carries water. People walk for up to an hour at a moderate pace. They may have water in their cars or like me stop at Starbucks to fuel up afterward.
Why is that? – I don’t know. Older folks need more water than the young’uns. When I was a child (during prehistoric times) water didn’t come in bottles. It came out of a faucet or (gasp!) hose. (Please note this is after the pre-prehistoric era when water came from lakes and streams.) Kids were outside most of the time. We went in for a drink and came back out quickly. No fancy bottles, thermos, or anything else. If we had one, it would be lost within the first hour. Amazingly we survived.
One more water story – I went strawberry picking with a friend a few years back. She convinced me to take water as it was a hot day. I also took sunscreen and a large (but stylish) hat. I put my water bottle at the beginning of the row and went on to pick. We picked for an hour and left. My water bottle was still untouched at the place I put it. (The hat was still on my head!) It’s habit. I do drink water but rarely during an activity. I wait until afterward. (Keep in mind that I don’t run marathons!) I’m blaming this on my mom. She had a strict rule that you weren’t allowed to drink water with a meal, only afterward. She said it would fill me up and I’d whine about being hungry an hour later. That doesn’t at all relate to exercising but I’m blaming her anyway.
The old gym crew! – Several of us from the gym that closed last August met for lunch this past week. I am the youngest in the group. I don’t see them often so I can see the effects of aging. One person walks with a cane and several others are struggling with new health issues. This is a change from a few months back. Very sobering lesson to make every day count.
So how was your week?