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| A walk along Hobble Creek |
“Tsunami of Aging”
After 50, definitely after 60,
they come in torrents,
a flourishing of aches
and pains, and some memory loss—
okay, lots of memory loss
after 60 or so, maybe sooner,
and maybe some before.
Who remembers
that stuff anyway?
Even the stairs at the gym
are hard to climb.
You are out of breath before
you even start the exercising.
One lap seems way more
than a mile,
and a mile seems like,
well, perhaps we stop
before that to lift weights,
not many, mind you.
They seem so heavy
now that I think about it.
Water never tasted so good
after each lap, each lift,
each rest period,
all within ten minutes
of each other,
and then a giant “whew!”
Truly an accomplishment
until you start downstairs
and the locker, more water,
and then out the door,
into the brisk, yet sunny morning,
then into the car, slinking
down into those cushioned
hot seats, and another deep sigh
with the heat on high
and me recovering
from this tsunami of aging.
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| Biking on the Provo River Trail |
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