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I have always said there is no better or enjoyable way of keeping fit. I have dug, raked, hoed and all the other actions required for gardening since I was 25 and before that 12 years at sea as a boy entrant and rating in the navy. In which I was in the field gun crew so fitness was first and foremost.Coming up to 70 now and a back that is still strong, overweight but still loads of muscle which I can still use. I can still hold my own with people half my age and I don't intend to give up yet.Gardening is good for you, no matter how little you do. Just be careful, work within your limits and but watch out for the sneaky little bastard ailments that creep up on you. As you all know with my recent wingeing I am laid low at the moment but still planning my gardening year and looking forwards to my daily workout.
...gardening since I was 25 and before that 12 years at sea as a boy entrant and rating in the navy.
Quote from: ACE on November 09, 2014, 07:26:28...gardening since I was 25 and before that 12 years at sea as a boy entrant and rating in the navy. Am I the only one who would like to hear about 13-year-old ACE being at sea? Since you are recuperating in bed, ACE, how about telling us a yarn or two or 10!
Am I the only one who would like to hear about 13-year-old ACE being at sea? Since you are recuperating in bed, ACE, how about telling us a yarn or two or 10!
Quote from: GrannieAnnie on November 09, 2014, 22:48:17 Am I the only one who would like to hear about 13-year-old ACE being at sea? Since you are recuperating in bed, ACE, how about telling us a yarn or two or 10!It would not the happy gung ho tale you would be expecting.
Do you mean retired from your allotment? What a shame, if so.I heard some very sad accounts on the radio this morning by women with osteoporosis. I thought (I am 71), as I dragged incredibly heavy bags of wet horse manure across rough grass to my plot, that at least I am doing plenty of weight bearing exercise, which is supposed to ward it off.I hope walking works for you and that you enjoy it, but when I see people trudging round the village dragging a dog with them, that trudging round an allotment and digging up your own leeks, and trying to outwit the deer and badger, is SO much more interesting than walking.Having said that, perhaps tactlessly, one of the most interesting characters in our village was "Soldier John" who walked for miles around the countryside every day, knew everyone, passed the time of day cheerfully with all he met, and best of all, accepted my rhubarb, which none of my family will eat. He loved it. I would leave a bag hanging on his fence from time to time.A friend has recently lost his mother - she was running an allotment into her 90s, he says. I had an elderly neighbour who was so successful at growing her own food that she had to buy a second large chest freezer to store it in. She died in her 80s digging up her potatoes. Way to go!