A demoralizing gymnastics class last night. My progress is being hindered by weak (read: elderly) wrists!  I have had to seek something called Tiger Paws which are expensive high end wrist supports, funded by an Amazon cert from a generous friend (god bless him, god bless him…!)

It was the first time I was forced to acknowledge that what my body may have done 25 years ago, it may never do in the next 25 years! You simply cannot get away with hurling yourself around in the same, said manner unscathed. This is so crushing until about 40 mins after the class ends. And then not so because there’s so much else that’s great about getting older (an appreciation for the finer things in life such as the hot water bottle..), well I cannot right this moment list what’s great about getting old, because I am trying to recover from spending someone else’s money in such an extravagant way,  but give me three days and I shall be back on the pro-middle-age bandwagon.