Does this photo make me look fat?
I’ve been wanting to get back in good enough shape to go skiing again. I used to enjoy it, but it’s been a long time. Life got in the way for a number of years. Then I just got lazy and turned into Mrs. Hut (wife of Jabba). For a long time my goal was to get in good enough shape to play racquetball again. I accomplished that awhile back. It’s not pretty, I assure you. Most of the time though, I can lumber around on the court and return most of the balls coming my way. I kinda look like an elephant on PCP smashing into the walls during a game. But lucky for me, Doug’s the only one who sees me and he knows better than to laugh at a panting, sweaty woman holding a racquet. Who said people from NJ aren’t smart?
The goal to get in good enough shape to ski will be much harder to accomplish. Not only do all my muscles have to be strong enough to handle it again and cooperate with each other, but my cardio has to be pretty good as well since I’d be exercising above 10,000′. Undaunted, I am determined. (I’d like to think that I’ll be good to go by mid March). Realistically however, my next time to ski will probably have to be next winter. Anyway, I’m relatively sure my left knee has a torn meniscus; so I should probably get that fixed before I go. Besides by next winter if I fall I might not start an avalanche.
I am determined to give it a go one more time and I’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish it. I have a friend who will go nameless, (Evelyn), who thinks they’re too old to learn to ski. She hasn’t seen yet what this 92 yr. old, great grandmother can do. Apparently you’re never too old if you just don’t stop. Watch and be amazed, I was. The audio is been disabled. I’m told you can hear the audio if you go to the AARP site. Anyway, even without the audio you should watch this- all the way through. It’s unbelievable.
Yeah. I had grand plans to be a dancer, too, but not with THIS body type. I was too darned stubborn to actually exercise-since I could not do point ballet-until I was almost too old to breathe and now I barely breathe when I climb the hill to walk with my friend. Can you hear me huffing and puffing as I type this?
We gotta move our tiny hineys more than we bend our elbows. Ah, but THAT is the rub, isn’t it? Yup. Just like salt in a wound.
Fun stuff, Michele. As always. You are my daily giggle break.
Hugs
Mother Connie
Tiny hineys? Not in my world. Evelyn and I went to IKEA today to get
Christmas trees. Any tree only $20! We got two trees,each about 10′.
I’d forgotten they don’t tie them on your roof for you. Evelyn had decided
to do the tying. I wish you could’ve seen me boosting her up to reach the
trees on top of the van. I’m sure it was quite a sight!It gave some people a big
chuckle. I just hope it doesn’t show upon YouTube.
All I kept thinking was, “Oh God–he’s going to dislocate her shoulder/hip/something!” I guess she’s not the typical frail old lady, though.