As I danced across the rooftop, persued by an angry yellow-jacket, I mused on the fact that I am not as limber as I used to be. That, and that it was a good thing I don't have a problem with heights.
Recently, I dreamed about buying a Bow-Flex. I find that to be mildly hillarious. (Of course, I am easily amused. Thank goodness.)
In my cyclic way I am drifting back into the I-gotta-get-back-into-shape mode. Especially if my sub-conscious is populating my dreams with visions of fitness equipment. I mean, sheesh, I'm used to far more exotic sights in slumberland. Ya know?
Way back cough years ago, I remember the sense of accomplishment at finally being able to do three full sets of pull-ups (each with a different grip) on a Solo-Flex. And those inverted sit-ups! I actually enjoyed them. (I never did get around to enjoying squats, however.)
It's not that I've gone totally to seed -- but I am softer and noticably more creaky than in the past. I really should put a lid on that before things get annoying.
Wonder if a Bow-Flex would fit in my bedroom?
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