I'll rage against the dying of the light after my nap
Fitness swamis tell us that if you are over 50 you should avoid exercising that builds muscles and tones and shift your focus to work-outs that improve your quality of life. Isn't that what a doctor tells a patient to do when the options have run out?--let's now focus on the quality of life.
Instead of aerobics, I know in my vintage heart that I should be taking brisk strolls through air conditioned malls while keeping an eye out for early bird dinner specials.
Our health club is an adjunct to the Emirates Airlines Aviation College. Most of the aerobics and weight training classes are made up of these 20-something, hard body flight attendants and when they jump jacks, squat, lunge, run to, fro, round and round and karate kick the air, I and my feeble knees try to keep up. Still I get this feeling that sooner or later, my decrepit joints are going to blow. How long till they shatter like crystal goblets dropped from on high is anybody's guess. But the safe money is on sooner.
Fortunately, most of the class, being flight attendants, are emergency medicine certified. It's comforting to know there will be someone around who can commence CPR when I finally do go down.