Vol 12 Issue 1

I met this lady who plays football. Not flag football, but the real kind. The wear shoulders pads and crush-your- opponent football. She plays for the Orlando Starz. I met her at a conference in Orlando in April. She is really in shape. She is Afro-American, with an afro and a body to die for, muscular and shapely. I bet even if I did go to the gym, which I don't, sadly, I wouldn't get a body like hers. Although, I'd probably subtract a few muscle though if I had the option. I wouldn't mind the definition, however. But I'm nowhere near to heading there.

Anyways, I'm getting off track. The most amazing thing is her age. She's 70. Yes, I said 70 and it's not a misprint. At least not this time.

Oh, how I wish to be in half as good a shape as she is when I turn 70, or even at 40, which is only 3 years away. You truly have to hand it to people who are young well beyond what their years would normally dictate. When I met her, all I could say was "Gon' stuff. Ma'am."

One can only encourage her to play the game 'til you drop. I'm sure I'll be falling long before she does.

Paula Lonergan
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