I'm a Survivor fan. Maybe the last surviving Survivor fan because when I mention the show I get blank looks. But it's been on the air for 16 years so somebody besides me is watching it.
In Survivor: Kaoh Rong, one of the contestants was a 71-year-old former FBI agent. I was amazed at how well he did in the challenges. But, hey, he was an FBI guy. They're supposed to be in shape. Then this morning I saw a news clip on the Clipper Round the World Yacht Race. Twelve teams left London last August to sail around the world. Forty thousand nautical miles. Two months left to go.
Except for the skipper, the entire crew is amateur. One of the sailors is a 69-year-old woman. She's the rigger, which means she must climb 100 feet up in the rigging to make sail repairs. She could give Tarzan a run for his money. She got in shape over the past year by taking Pilates and pole-dancing classes.
So, I decided right then and there that age is not a factor when it comes to being in shape. Starting tomorrow, I am exercising (can I still write for Heartwarming if I take up pole dancing?) and eating right. No, wait, make that the next day. We still have leftover donuts from Father's Day and well, Grandma always said "waste not, want not". Obviously, she wasn't thinking "waist" at the time.
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