Before my dad came to California our goal was to toughen him up. He’s been much too sedentary. It took its toll.
This morning, on his way to get something he’d left upstairs, he told Helaine it was a trip he wouldn’t have considered when he first got here.
We’ve been walking nearly every day. He’s pretty good on our .35 mile route with a brief pause.
As Helaine headed toward the back of the store (a few zip codes away) my dad and I looked at the electronics.
He’s right. Gigantic screens are becoming the norm.
We headed to the center of the store. My father wanted shirts. They were piled high on a table.
He didn’t get winded. His legs didn’t ache. He was tired when we were done, but I went home and took a nap myself.
When you’re 89, this is P90X.