Today is the first day of my last chance. I'll be sixty-eight years old soon and as I huffed and puffed up one flight of stairs to my studio this morning, I realized that the day will come when I won't be able to make it up there if I don't take control now, while I'm still able, so I put on my walking shoes and decided to, "Just Do It."
Thirty minutes later, sweaty and gross, I never felt better. I've registered for a three mile walk for Alzheimer's disease in September and I'm really looking forward to it. A little yoga tonight and another two miles tomorrow and I'll be back in the game.
Woo Hoo!
