I have no problem ‘fessing my age, sixty-one, as long as you don’t use those numbers to limit or define me. And, if you have a problem with that, we can meet in the parking lot to settle the matter (just kidding!). My sixty-one may just be your thirty-six: healthy, fit, vibrant, curious and sexy.
Many of us began our fitness careers in the 1970’s and discovered a new strength of body and spirit. We were hooked. Little did we know that our stronger muscles were also...