Feeling Hip

I went to bed last night as a 54 year old and woke up this morning as an 84 year old. Or at least that is how I feel, now, with a right hip that is giving me fits. I try to listen to my body. Sometimes, though, it tells me to take it easy when I am better off plowing ahead and sticking to my program. I need the endorphins, the natural pain killers.

It was raining, it was pouring, I, the old man was snoring. Moaning anyway, as I rode the indoor bike. Typical late March weather. 61 in La Grande. Fog on Cabbage Hill. 46 in Milton-Freewater. The kind of weather that makes people my age feel every hitch in their giddy-up.

It's the kind of weather the indoor bike was built for — no excuses weather. It's always 65 and sunny in the beach condo and mountain cabin. Perfect sweat and burn weather.