When I get aggravated with my aging body, I remember my uncle, a good man who spent about ten years in a wheelchair before he passed away. He had a spinal degenerative disease that slowly took him from being a rough-and-tumble guy who worked as a professional mover, to life in a chair he came to despise. He would have been overflowing with joy to do a workout like I can complete. When my knee gets cranky or my feet hurt or my shoulder feels painful, I simply try to look at all I
can do, and rejoice in it. I may have some temporary pain over a movement, but I recover. I can still get up out of bed in the morning, take a shower, drive to work, climb the stairs up to my office, walk back down the steps to go home, come home (to my 3rd floor apartment with no elevator
, get in a workout, take a bath, put on my nightgown. Yet my uncle could not do any of those things alone, and couldn't do some of them at all. I don't take it for granted, what I
can do. I apologize if it sounds like I'm preaching, because that's not my intention. It's simply something that helps me keep workouts - and my life - in proper perspective.