Geriatric days

Walking on two inches of hard-packed, frozen-solid snow certainly gives you a scary preview of what it’s going to be like when you’re old and tottering.  You are forced to take itty-bitty steps, to move at a snail’s pace, to have your head bent and looking at your feet, to be forever worried that you are about to fall flat on your face/hips/knees…

Frankly, I don’t like it very much.  Maybe I should become one of those old people who uses the little motorized scooters.  However, once I realized that my sneakers had little enough traction, it was actually a lot easier and a lot more fun to skate my way along the sidewalks.  Of course, I nearly went into a full forward splits a couple of times, but my legs needed stretching anyway.  I got into an hour-long snowball fight with a bunch of random kids yesterday, and I’m extremely stiff in my legs (from the sprinting around) and my right shoulder (from my rather-pleasingly-accurate throwing).  It was fun!