Ted’s and my Pilates class meets Monday and Wednesday mornings.  The previous session ended Monday, March 5 and the next session doesn’t begin until Monday, March 12.  Without that Wednesday class, we had a full seven days without Pilates, our only specifically scheduled exercise.  The weather has been cold, gray, and gloomy and Ted and I have been reading some very good books.  We decided to live on the edge and take a whole week off from exercise.  The plan was to just take it easy, and don’t accomplish much for a week.  After all, what’s retirement for if you can’t do stuff like that?

I made it three days.  By the fourth day, I felt like such a slug, I had to get out and walk at least two miles.  Ted held out until the next day, and we’ve exercised every day since then.  We didn’t see any walkers going past our house today because the weather is that bad, but we were out there, raising the bar for everyone else.

Right after Russia launched Sputnik in 1957, our schools were participating in the President’s Physical Fitness Program–also launched in 1957.  (Coincidence?  I think not.)  Maybe all that “beat the Russians” exercise in grade school successfully conditioned Ted and me to get up and get out, and spoiled us for inactivity.