steps

I don't even have to think anymore about whether I can go up the stairs or whether I should take the elevator instead and what price I will pay for deciding wrong and hurting later. At school I routinely go up 5 flights of stairs and not only don't hurt afterwards but also can spring up the steps without slowing and without even breathing hard. It's so amazing... I guess sometimes my knee twinges or I get bronchitis... I know just in january I could barely walk to the cafe from bad asthma, but I bounced back so fast! Fuck but it's great!

Chula and I walked today from her house up to the very top of the tall hills in pacific heights and down again and up again to the ch4meleon cafe. I should look up how far that is. but the hills! yikes! It didnt' hurt going downhill either!!!! I know just a couple of years ago it would have been unthinkable. today we walked there and halfway back and then got a bus. I just felt a healthy sort of glow. my legs were sometimes trembly and exhausted but slowing down for a bit would fix it. I can't really believe it. It's impossible to get across how impossible it is...

with Richard a couple of weeks ago at pillar point I looked at the distance to walk and it seemed so easy and trivial. But I remember it being the limits of possibility and a little scary.

Sorry to get all sappy for a minute there ! It really overwhelms me... At school with the stairs, man, every time I'm just blown away by that feeling...

i am not even going to believe it about aging. usually i contemplate the healthiness and figure it is super temporary and then bang, things will start going out again.. but maybe if they do I will bounce back again. Thinking suddenly of my grandma who broke her ankle in 12 places at age 70 and 2 years later was walking a few miles along the seawall...

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[squid]

Ah! You will come with me to the sacred oak grove up behind my house!

[Mark]

The trick is not only to exercise and be really active every day, but to increase the amount of activity year by year, instead of do the opposite, which is what most people do in their late 30s. (Something else I wish I'd known 10 years ago.)