Today we participated in our third "silver sneakers" class at the Y, and again, it was very hard but very inspiring work. I stay in the back of the group (sort of to hide, I guess, so no one notices my elderly clumsiness) and it gives me a chance to watch some of my classmates, folks in their 70's, 80', maybe even 90's, swinging and swaying and lifting and stretching, all to the music of the 60's, when we were kids. I can almost feel the determination in the room, the downright single-mindedness and staying power of these mighty seniors. I'm hoping we stay with the class for months and years, just to stay inspired and perhaps become friends with some of these old and admirable athletes. 

* pumping iron at 80 *

I had to go down to Madison, about a 45 minute drive, to pick up my binoculars that had been repaired, and Cia, bless her big heart, volunteered to come with me. When I asked why she wanted to make such a long trip when I could easily do it alone, she said, "Well, I guess I just like being with you." Well, and I guess I'm one very lucky guy!