My Own Story
Like a lot of Baby-Boomer women of my age, I never really played organized sports as a kid. Before Title IX, there just weren’t a lot of opportunities for girls, and it was decidedly uncool to be sweaty and red-faced from exertion. So I tried to avoid it. I wanted to look like Twiggy (something I never came close to accomplishing), but it never occurred to me that exercise might help me with that. Suffice it to say that I spent lots of time sitting down. Dixie was different. She was a gymnast.
Fast-forward a few years. As a young wife with two small kids, I still spent lots of time sitting down, but now I smoked while I sat. One day I dropped my car off for a tune-up and was horrified to find that I had trouble walking less than a mile home. I had to sit down on a neighbor’s stoop to wait out a side-ache! You’d think that would have made me act, but it didn’t. Continue reading Move It or Lose It: Healthy Aging