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SOMETHING'S MISSING...?

Exercise, that’s what! Me, I used to run down Clarence Street, turn round and gallop home. Two kms. Three miles? Something like that. Having a slight limp now, I exercise at home; in good weather I'm out on the deck. For some reason I’ve slackened off since this dreaded pandemic hit.


My conscience soon let me know getting back to exercising was my only option. I began several weeks ago by reaching down, without bending my knees, to touch my toes.


Ouch. No way. I kept at it.

Yesterday, my fingers touched my toes. I held on, counted to ten as slow as I could. Then let go.


If wonders will never cease! I did it. (see photo).


It’s my daily routine now. Which had me thinking: If I could persuade you to join me by working out whatever exercise is best for you, that would be cool.


Author’s comment: Should you do so, fire off a simple ‘yes’, an ‘uh huh’, or even a ‘hmm, okay’ will do. It’s encouraging to know I’m not doing my working out alone. Start by touching your toes. If that’s too much, too painful, tackle your own routine. You’ll feel one heck of a lot better.

If you’re first to email me a reply, I’ll ship you off a free hard copy of HARM’S WAY, my latest novel. (U.S. Beacon Publishing Group).


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