Getting my stretch on

Getting old is hell on the body. I experienced another birthday a few weeks ago, and with it a new resolve to get fit this spring.

I have lots of incentive……a long boat trip in which I had better have some upper body strength in which to haul and trim sails with.

And beach weather. (yes, I know to never start a sentence with “and”, but this is not English 101 so who cares, right?)

Beach weather has already arrived here. No, I am not kidding. Saturday I was walking down the beach wearing a bathing suit and getting a tan. Yes way!

I felt very self conscious as well. There is no doubt that Christmas got the best of me.

So, I have been running moderately, using my stepper, walking and stretching.

The stretching thing is tough. My muscles and tendons are so very tight. It took me weeks to be able to touch my toes, but I am finally here:

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Ignore the giant thigh thing you see….and the white age spots. Instead focus on the fact that I am able to finally touch my forehead to me knee.

Yeah! World peas!

In my ripe old age, I covet this fact. It means that I am actually achieving something with my exercise and that my body is not giving out just yet.

It also is something Bill cannot do. Neener, neener.

I leave you with my goals to reach for this spring:

Tone up.
Lose that last, damn 15lbs once and for all.
Be able to run 10 miles without stopping (or aid of assisted oxygen and an EMS support team) by May.
Be able to stand and flat hand my palms to the ground without bending my knees.
Paddle out to surf without feeling too wiped out to catch waves once in the line-up.
Dock the boat by myself without smashing a hole in the hull.