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An
Exercise Story
I'm an active 77-year-old, but a family history of heart disease
and high cholesterol convinced me that I needed more exercise.
After I walked the treadmill at a community center, I knew I'd be
happier outside. I bought a pedometer, planned two-mile routes
through my neighborhood, and started a half-hour routine. Since
then I've seen yellow forsythias bloom in spring and red dogwood
leaves drop in autumn, heard the first insistent buzz of periodic
cicadas and the bright song of Carolina wrens, watched a sunflower
grow from a seedling to a seven-foot giant, and learned that I can
walk in 30-degree weather. As I go down the street I discover whose
house is being painted and whose dinner smells wonderful. Sometimes
I stop to chat with people, and sometimes I'm lost in thoughts of
dear ones no longer here. But I always come home energized,
refreshed, and happy to go on with the rest of the day.
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