September 22, 2009

No rain today. One reopens the windows. One walks fearlessly up the walk that was a brook the day before. One hangs the blaring yellow slicker back up in the closet.

Went late to the Y, where I was in time for a class called “Core Crunch”– or something-- which was actually the old balls-out high-impact aerobics I remember from the Spa in the 80's. I can still do it. I don’t think I’m any more annihilated now than I would have been back then. Knees no worse. Possibly less winded. When I tripped up it was because I was running Hamlet lines in my head.