I was pretty lazy last winter. I rode my bike inside, but that was so boring. I prefer outside activities rather than exercise, but there was no snow. Well I paid for it this spring. Only last week did I finally feel like I could exert myself and not feel totally exhausted. I was hoping it was the normal, it takes a little while to pick up the pace spring thing, but it was taking too long, and so I cursed my age and thought I might need to see a doctor. It’s great that my energy’s back but realize I can’t spend any more winters the same as the last. I’ve got the time, but even more excuses, and there’s always something more interesting I’d rather be doing. I’ve never been a great winter exerciser, but, as my son-in-law reminded me, I’m not a spring chicken (he means well). I can’t be lackadaisical anymore. I shouldn’t have to recover each spring. Life is a gift, but it’s also a responsibility. No one is going to take care of mine except me. Growing old is automatic; staying strong takes effort. I know the consequences; no more excuses.