Sometimes are harder than others to age gracefully through.
50 + mph winds here today. The spruce tree gracefully reposed onto our garage this morning. My chainsaw is inside the garage, directly under the tree. Still blowing way too hard to approach the ugly task of cleanup.
In the spirit of fighting old age viciously, my poor body has been pummelled into submissions. Worked on legs with personal trainer on Friday. Saturday, we did a mock rescue mission way out on St. Helens. I insisted that I should not operate the snowmobile in marginal conditions since I rarely ride one. Got on the back and held on for dear life as we flew through the brush. My legs look like my husband beat me unmercifully. Got to the steeper section, then took off on foot for the last 1/2 mile to the "patient". OMG - postholing with 42 pounds on my back on a steep hill was damn hard. Snowshoes did not help one bit. Plummetted through tree branches in a tree well on a steep hill. Crwled out with my pack hanging up on every twig. Finally made "patient" access. This was humbling. I took solace in that only 2 of us made patient access all day. The youngsters never arrived......
Went for a 2 hour 30 minutes run on Sunday in the rain. Plunged straight into the hot tup afterward, then assumed the horizontal position on the couch for the rest of the day. Not fast. Not enough distnace covered. This better payoff with fabulous fitness as the snow melts!!!
"I fight against the gluttony of time with so many very amusing weapons--with gestures and with three attitudes and with charming phrases; with tears and with tinsel, and with sugar-coated pills, and with platitudes slightly regilded. Yes, and I fight him also with little mirrors wherein gleam confusedly the corruptions of lust, and ruddy loyalty, and a bit of moonshine, and the pure diamond of the heart's desire, and the opal cloudings of human compromise: but, above all, I fight that ravening dotard with the strength of my own folly."