I am going to an exercise class at 5:30 a.m. on Friday mornings with a young fellow from Mankato. There are four of us in the class...between 35 and my age, I would guess. He must lie awake at night and think of ways to torture us. Today he had us in plank position, lifting one arm at a time to touch the alternate shoulder. I asked if he wanted us to lift the opposite leg at the same time. He laughed. He is a tough one. Last week when I got a mat to lay on the floor, he called me a delicate flower in a sort of sarcastic voice. I asked him once if the point of these exercises was to keep me out of the nursing home. He said it wouldn't hurt.
I think I am recovered enough to be able to get in the shower now so on with the day.