Well, I got called away as I was typing the last blog, so time has passed. It turns out that the LAST FALL wasn't really the LAST FALL, but the penultimate fall. I have had another since then. I lost my balance fell over, hit my arm on the arm of a director's chair that George had brought out for me to sit on, and then tucked and rolled into the grass. Oh, my, I do have a magnificent bruise on my right upper arm.
The newspaper published a warning that most older people die or are seriously disabled by falls. I take this to mean that my lifelong training in falling is very good. I am not JUST NOW falling, but have had a long time to hone my skills.
To me, falling is an Olympic Sport. I better not get too proud of myself, however, but try to be as careful as possible.
I am presently in training to become a long distance walker. I have special shoes, walking sticks, etc. My distances are not so great yet. I am breaking in my shoes, getting a rhythm to the walking sticks, and I'm aiming at about 15 miles at a crack. Wish me luck, although I think I will need more than luck. Prayer would be good!!!
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3 comments:
You go girl! I am not sure I can even fathom walking 15 miles.
Oh, you're GOING to do it! The secret word is, "Animo!"
Be sure to bring your walking poles when you come in July for my party. They are great for mountain walking ---Or even just hiking the Gulch. I won't be walking with you on any 15 miles, Love, Fran.
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