I've been screaming at the top of my lungs at my family, 'Work out! Work out! Old age is coming!'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've been a fanatic about working out all my life.
When I was 20, my husband at the time looked at me said, 'You're fat; go run.' There weren't a lot of tools at the end of the '70s to lose weight. It took me a while to realize what kind of exercise would make me happy and I would look forward to doing. And running became it.
I actually feel, in a lot of ways, that I'm in better shape than I was when I was 30.
Working out is my way of saying to cancer, 'You're trying to invade my body; you're trying to take me away from my daughters, but I'm stronger than you. And I'm going to hit harder than you.'
The fact is I am growing old too fast, alas! I feel it, and yet work I will, and may God grant me life to see the last plate of my mammoth work finished.
Running - and yoga, too - is my sanity and my saviour. It's just finding the time to do it!
All I do is work out. Oh my God! Half my life is spent in a gym somewhere, sweating.
The wonderful thing about age is that your knees don't work as well, you can't run down steps quite as easily and obviously you can't lift heavy weights. But your mind doesn't feel any different.
Now before I work out, I think, 'I love exercise,' and it works.
The older I've gotten, the more I try to stay out of the gym.