Yesterday at 10 am, my friend picked me up, and I became an official member of the Physical Therapy Club. My husband made a joke about how this must be a sign of aging. I used to go shopping or dancing with my friends in high school; now we go to physical therapy together.
I had no idea this world exists! I walked into the building without crutches because my doctor gave me a flexible brace instead of the one I got the day of my injury at the hospital. (One week ago today.) The room where physical therapy takes place …read more

Wish me luck. In my endeavors to be more lively, I’ve signed up to WALK in our city’s July 4th Parade. I’ll be wearing a red T-shirt and walking with several dozen ladies from our local Curves. I’ve NEVER walked in a parade before.
We’re supposed to walk several miles. I guess if I get too tired, maybe I could climb on the flatbed truck with the Curves exercise equipment. I plan on bringing my water bottle. Cold water always taste good when I exercise. I wonder how many calories this parade will burn?
Happy Birthday, U.S.A.!