Today I got an email from SilverSneakers which is a program that provides to Seniors free access to a number of gyms and health clubs.
So far, so good. But methinks the bar on what constitutes exercise has been set too low.
It already irks me that I am on the Geezer Plan at my local 24 Hour Fitness gym.
Note that it doesn’t irk me enough that I’ll forego the program and actually pay dues, however. Irked and cheap, that’s me.
I accept that I am getting older and with age comes some limitations on my athletic performance as well as increased hair in my ears. Sorry, TMI.
But I haven’t reached the stage where my daily exercise is done in bed.
The Malt disagrees and says he does some his best workouts while sacked out. Then again, in dog years, he’s older than me.
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