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Treadmill redux

It was back to the gym today with gusto. I actually returned last week, but gently. Today's workout was back up to a full roar; running, lifting, crunching, stretching. I should be pretty well hobbled tomorrow. If you are a 40 or 50 something woman who believes everything she reads these days, you'd be convinced by the press that, if you don't run your ogle off and engage in strenuous, daily weight-bearing exercises, your bones will rapidly become riddled with holes and eventually turn to powder, after which your limp body will fall to the ground like a soggy load of laundry. Or like the wicked witch of the west. "I'm me-e-e-lting! I'm me-e-e-elting!" You'll break a hip! Yes you will! It's like the middle aged version of "A Christmas Story," (my favorite holiday flick), where poor Ralphy, whenever he tells someone he wants a bb gun for Christmas, hears, "You'll shoot your eye out." While I think much of what's written is hype, I do believe there is something to that weight bearing exercise advice. And of course, there's no reason not to be in good cardio-vascular health, what with heart disease the number one killer of women over some age or other. Then, for me personnally, there's this whole matter of being unemployed right now. I've got the time, so why not sweat a little and preserve those estrogen-starved bones. And keep that heart pumping. Besides, it's raining.
Speaking of time, I'm again twittling my thumbs, awaiting a call from prospective employers. Meanwhile, I've started another blog, one I hope will appeal to both readers and advertisers. It's called Grape Escape - www.grape-escape.blogspot.com. There's not much there yet. So it can only get better with time.
I saw a great bumper sticker today. It said, "Dog is my co-pilot." Yep. Mine, too!
A hui hou! Aloha!

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