I walked again this morning, again without puppy Scampi, same walk I’ve done for the last few days, 1.5 miles down to the western edge of the IU campus, then into the IMU (Indiana Memorial Union) — a gigantic limestone building where I can go in one entrance, walk about a block, and then out another entrance! This gives hands and face a chance to warm up, and melts the ice off the crevasses covering the soles of my Keen hiking boots.

A part of me wonders why I, an 83-year-old crone, constantly pushes my limits physically. Especially on days like today, much icier than yesterday. One bad fall onto my hip, or knee, and that’s it! I’d be laid up for a long time and may never make it back to tip-top shape which, I’m astonished to realize, I’m still in.

Thank goodness for daily yoga, chikung and taichi! Over the last, what is it now, 25 years, they have rendered every cell in my body in resonance with every other cell. So that, though, like anyone else, I can and do stumble, and today, on ice, even begin to slide . . . I DO NOT FALL.

However, today, icy conditions (thanks to yesterday’s sunshine) offered more weirdness, careful placing over and over again of each foot, almost as weird as walking on a beach; it meant I was both more tired when I returned and in need of a way to get my body back to resilience. So I did my morning yoga as soon as I returned, rather than later.

Why am I going on and on about my physical condition? I do wonder why, especially several times in the middle of each night when I wake up to pee. Because each time, when I slide out of bed and onto my feet, it’s so easy, effortless, really.

I sense that I am in better shape now, than I was three years ago, having added a few more daily exercises since then, plus changed non-gluten diet to include lots of (non-seed) oils and more protein, plus intermittent fasting (18 hours per day).

Also, I just don’t have the expected “aches and pains” of old age. Could this be due to my “chai tea elixir” that I’ve been drinking all day long since late 2019 just prior to the stupid plandemic? The drink that includes both shaved ginger and shaved turmeric? No inflammation, anywhere.

Also, I can open jars now that several years ago, I could not open!

I saw somewhere that the hands and the brain are connected, so that one must keep one’s hands in working shape in order not to encourage dementia. So I bend and twist them in lots of ways, especially during my  walks. (On ice-cold days, this also makes sure enough blood flows through them).

Reverse aging? Possible?