Tuesday night 49-year-old Jamie Moyer of the Colorado Rockies became the oldest Pitcher ever to win a major league baseball game. This morning I read about Hiroshi Hoketsu, a 71-year-old man from Japan who will compete in individual dressage in this Year’s summer Olympics. Later this morning I will have to face Ruth in yoga class and watch her beat the yoga pants off me as she gracefully bends, twists, balances, and holds those poses for impossibly long periods of time while I crumple into a puddle in child’s pose halfway through the session, silently screaming, “No more!” Did I mention that Ruth turned 85 this week?
My problem is that I’ve come late to the game. Growing up I was a girly girl and hated any kind of contact sport. My definition of a contact sport was any sport where something could come in contact with my body, such as a volleyball, a baseball, a shuttlecock, water and air. Now I am trying to remedy that. I joined the YMCA when we moved here three and a half years ago and try to go three or four times a week. I’m walking more and going to yoga twice a week.
You would think starting so late in life would make me want to take it easy, but it has just the opposite effect. I want to make up for lost time. I’m trying to find the right sport for me, one that will make me feel cocky and powerful. My daughter has taken up running, but my knees and hips can’t take that pounding. Plus, I don’t like sports that make you sweat, or glisten, as ladies in the South do. My granddaughter is on the swim team, so that’s a possibility. I don’t have to get my hair wet, do I? My daughter-in-law does kick-boxing. I might be able to do the boxing part, but I can’t get my leg up high enough to kick. I’m starting to eye that equestrian sport as something that would work. I mean, you get to sit down, so how hard can it be? Doesn’t the horse do most of the work? Of course, those cute little costumes must be hot, and that would make you sweat, so I might have to rethink that. I’ll get back to you when I’ve picked the right sport. Maybe you could offer suggestions. Here are my requirements: find me a sport where you don’t sweat, don’t run out of breath, don’t have to lift heavy objects, does not involve people throwing things or hitting things at you, and you get to wear cute clothes. Oh, wait a minute. Golf. Is that really a sport?
- Moyer Becomes Oldest Pitcher to Win Game in Majors (abcnews.go.com)