Don’t worry.  I’m not thinking about running a marathon.  I’m not thinking about taking up running.  In fact, if I did, I would look more like Tim Conway doing his old man routine.  I’m thinking about walking.  For me that would be like the average person training for a marathon.  There would be major amounts of sweat involved – copious tubes of Ben Gay – a heating pad and ice pack designed to cover my entire body – a heart monitor, IV filled with an energy drink and someone behind me equipped with resuscitating equipment.

When you get to my age, any kind of exercise is a challenge.  Frankly getting out of bed is huge.  Lately I’ve been stuck to a chair, writing all day, with a body that’s beginning to look like a combination of Jabba the Hutt and the hunchback of Notre Dame.  Still I press on as if I were in a race against time.  As a matter of fact, that’s what it is.  My book may be my last opportunity at success.

When I was a young girl of 13, I thought anyone over 30 was ancient.  When I became 30, I still had a certain amount of resilience, but I thought anyone over 50 was ready for the glue factory.  Don’t ask.  When I turned 50 I was becoming a bit sympathetic with those in their 70’s.  Now that I’m in my 70s I wonder how I ever made it.

Maybe  if I’d been more athletic as a young person I wouldn’t be in this condition today, or if I had been very athletic I may be in worse shape now.  Most of my friends who were cheerleaders or sports nuts are now suffering with bad knees and hips.

My doctor believes I’m an active senior, but the truth is most of my exercise consists of simply standing up, sitting and laying down.  With any amount of exertion I find myself short of breath and exhausted.  Thus I’ve decided to start walking again.  I even have some spiffy athletic shoes.  I can put my arch supports in those things and I should be able to make it to the end of the driveway and back.

I’ll start slow and maybe by the end of summer I can finish a block or two. It will be like learning how to walk all over again – starting with baby steps.  Wish me luck!



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. You’ve inspired me. Good luck! Wish I could see the spiffy new athletic shoes.

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  2. davidkitz says:

    Yes, go for it! I think the Lord may want you on this earth a good while longer. It’s best to enjoy that time in good health.

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  3. hatrack4 says:

    Marathon running was on my bucket list. You know the old song, There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Wilma, dear Wilma. When I first ran a half-marathon in practice, I thought I developed runner’s knee, but the pain did not go away with switching to walking. And that was 35 years ago. I think I may join a gym with my wife, since she wants to keep up her cardio rehab on her own. I might get up to two laps around the wholesale warehouse store instead of one lap and then resting at the foot court.

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