In any journey, be it to the beach or trying to master a new skill, the worst thing you can do is allow minor schedule changes to derail your best intentions. Adaptability and improvisation must become part of your game plan, but never, ever put your secondary or tertiary pursuits over your relationships with God and family.
There are some things that I simply love to do and when time is tight, what with work, after school activities for the kids, etc., I can find myself becoming indignant when something or someone requires me to forgo an activity I was particularly looking forward to. That’s where I found myself, today. I really love to swim. In fact, the pool at the wellness center is my Happy Place. I only swim twice a week, so to miss one of these days could be a huge deal. Especially if I quickly forget my rule-of-thumb mentioned above. But, my lovely wife received a phone call urging her to get to the hospital as soon as possible because they were alarmed by what they saw on her mammogram. I didn’t wait to be asked.
So, there I was. Anxiously waiting for multiple mammograms and a sonogram to hopefully reveal what had scared the technician earlier. And, while sitting in the waiting room it sorta came to me. Why not write a blog about fitness for good health during my sixties, seventies and, Lord willing, my eighties. So, here goes.
