There are few things that please me more than sculpting, ancient art and Nina. But there are certainly some that toe the line. Running and swimming are definitely in that category. Since Nina is away again, and I have a couple classes only later this evening, I spent the morning reminding my body who is boss. First I went for a run out by the lake, with Conan loping along behind me (and, yes, sometimes ahead of me). There is truly nothing more refreshing then the feeling of your heart pumping crazily in the crisp morning air. Of course, it takes time to realize that; the first ten minutes or so of my run found me gasping for air and wondering what the heck I was thinking. But still, it was worth it in the end.
After about forty-five minutes I took a break, then challenged myself to a swim. No, there’s no way I could’ve done the eight mile swim, (I don’t know how those youngsters do it) but I managed to do a mile or two, and I’m satisfied. After all, it’s not easy keeping up with your health once you hit your sixties. Maybe i should try that Pilates thing that Nina is so enamored with.
