For those of us basking in the luxury of pre-half-century ages, the inevitable is lurking just around the corner. Heck, for lots of us, it is right on the proverbial doorstop. It's the scourge of old age. I need to be careful how I choose my words today; at 47 I'm no longer a spring chicken. I start my days with 20 minutes of yoga and stretching (honestly, I don't know how anyone over 40 starts their day without it!). I need that time to "wake up" my body, loosen everything up and prepare for the day. For what it's worth, I strongly encourage you to try it!
A couple weeks ago I lamented my lack of cross training and the penalty (in sore quads and calves) I paid for 2 days after the hike. Another thing this highlighted for me was the inevitable desire to live on one floor. Two flig...