Age 66
Yesterday (Friday, February 5, 2010) yrs trly had the pleasure of cranking age 66 into the cardiovascular trainers at the Canandaigua YMCA instead of age 65.
Much like like one year ago when I switched from 64 to 65.
I suppose I should thank my lucky stars, although I don’t think it’s all that.
There are certain things I eat — or don’t eat. Plus I work out at the YMCA.
I don’t smoke, don’t drink, hardly ever eat red meat, and don’t drink soda-pop.
What I eat is fish, and what I drink is water.
I also don’t eat eggs; Egg-Beaters®.
I don’t use salt, and hardly ever eat anything with sugar.
Clean living, more-or-less.
I only need one prescription, instead of 89 bazilyun.
A trainer at the YMCA, who I value, comments she’s having trouble with her knees. She also has trouble with her back. She’s in her 40s.
I’ve been tempted to say something, but haven’t.
I take a fish-oil supplement, 720 mg per day.
A giant horse-pill my wife couldn’t swallow.
Don’t know as it makes any difference, but I think my 66 year old knees are gonna let me run another year.
A report was on the TV-news about how fish-oil lubricates your joints.
Well, I don’t know, but perhaps it’s making a difference.
I had a stroke, but that was over 16 years ago.
And that was more a heart problem, which was fixed.
I have to nap almost every day, but that has been the case ever since the stroke.
The old brain, what remains of it, fags out.
Who knows what they’d find if they CAT-scanned me.
Various medical assays have been performed; stress-tests, a colonoscopy, a skin assay.
But right now I feel all right.
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA exercise-gym. (“Canandaigua” [“cannon-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city to the east nearby where we live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 15 miles away.) —Cardiovascular trainers are treadmills, exercise bicycles, etc. They exercise the heart.
• My wife of 42 years is “Linda.” Like me she’s retired.
• I had a stroke October 26, 1993; caused by a heart-defect, an atrial septal defect, a patent foramen ovale (PFO). This flaw passed a clot to my brain.
Much like like one year ago when I switched from 64 to 65.
I suppose I should thank my lucky stars, although I don’t think it’s all that.
There are certain things I eat — or don’t eat. Plus I work out at the YMCA.
I don’t smoke, don’t drink, hardly ever eat red meat, and don’t drink soda-pop.
What I eat is fish, and what I drink is water.
I also don’t eat eggs; Egg-Beaters®.
I don’t use salt, and hardly ever eat anything with sugar.
Clean living, more-or-less.
I only need one prescription, instead of 89 bazilyun.
A trainer at the YMCA, who I value, comments she’s having trouble with her knees. She also has trouble with her back. She’s in her 40s.
I’ve been tempted to say something, but haven’t.
I take a fish-oil supplement, 720 mg per day.
A giant horse-pill my wife couldn’t swallow.
Don’t know as it makes any difference, but I think my 66 year old knees are gonna let me run another year.
A report was on the TV-news about how fish-oil lubricates your joints.
Well, I don’t know, but perhaps it’s making a difference.
I had a stroke, but that was over 16 years ago.
And that was more a heart problem, which was fixed.
I have to nap almost every day, but that has been the case ever since the stroke.
The old brain, what remains of it, fags out.
Who knows what they’d find if they CAT-scanned me.
Various medical assays have been performed; stress-tests, a colonoscopy, a skin assay.
But right now I feel all right.
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA exercise-gym. (“Canandaigua” [“cannon-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city to the east nearby where we live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 15 miles away.) —Cardiovascular trainers are treadmills, exercise bicycles, etc. They exercise the heart.
• My wife of 42 years is “Linda.” Like me she’s retired.
• I had a stroke October 26, 1993; caused by a heart-defect, an atrial septal defect, a patent foramen ovale (PFO). This flaw passed a clot to my brain.
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