Don't be stupid!

Usually when out walking other walkers acknowledge you with a smile or greeting, or sometimes you gets a funny look, as happened today, immediately making me wonder, 'Was I talking to myself? Did they see me practising my kung fu?'

Husband is feeling a bit ropey so I walked George on my own. When Husband is with me I don't hop or skip or gallop much because he doesn't but when it's just George and me ...

Today I was practising ankle kicks. You know, when you jump and stick your legs out to the side and try to clap your ankles together? I can do it to the left but on the right I look like Bambi on ice. I lose all control of my legs. It is very annoying.

In our Wednesday fitness class we do circuits: seven stations, a minute, usually, on each one, and the whole lot repeated twice. One of the stations is simply running up and down the hall. I suppose it's a normal-sized hall, like a basketball pitch maybe. On the first round I can do nine lengths in a minute; the third round I'm done to about eight and a quarter. I think that's quite good although the men are usually faster than me. Even the eighty-one-year-old. (But I'm better than them at other things.)

Yesterday Jim, our trainer, was telling us about a friend who could run towards a wall and without slowing down put one foot up it, spin around, and run back. Of course, ever since then I've been wondering if I could do that. 

I tell myself, 'Don't be stupid! You're sixty-nine and a quarter. Don't even think about it.'

Here's a T Rex foot instead.