I've been a little lax in exercising lately but made up for it today.
I went to the fitness center and walked around the track one brisk mile, not much but, at my age, still good. The Ipod was chugging out tunes through my headphones. Since I had gotten lazy, I was walking (marching) to a marching band playing Sousa's favorites. I pretended that I was back on the parade ground at Camp Pickett, Va. marching in our company. I still remember that great day when we 'graduated' from basic training. The sun was shining and we were passing in review. "Hopalong" as we called him was in step for a change and all I saw, as we did an EYES RIGHT past the reviewing stand, was a long line of legs in perfect step.
My attempt to accomplish the almost double time marching back then, was not quite as fast but, after all , 60 years had passed since I was bright eyed and bushy tailed
Overall, though, I exercised about an hour this morning, walking, working out on 10 different Nautilus machines, and came back home feeling like I'd dropped about 15 years.
It sure beats PMS'ing on the board and gets me ready for some ridin' come Spring. Motorcycle related.
