Another workout survived!

 This resistance class may be designed for women of a certain age, but it is no walk in the park. Helps to do it with friends.  

By: Bonnie Shetler

I Am Feeling My Age

The other day my friend said, “I am feeling my age today”.  She went on to tell me about her sore back that was flaring from a previous injury, and steps she was taking to feel better. Guess what, she was not 75, nor 95, but 35. How easy it is for us to think of someone who says they are feeling their age to assume they are an older adult rather than a “young middle ager”! 

What age are you feeling like today? Age can be perceived as physical, intellectual, or psychological! And yet we focus often on the physical age as a way to understand ourselves and others. How can we focus less on our physical age and the negative stereotypes with higher numbers? By: Kirsten Hartman

When Showing Our True Colors

         In the fall
                    when days grow short,

                        when less sun shines on orbiting earth,

                             then leaves’ chlorophyll dies,

                                 thereby showing their hidden colors.

          In life’s autumn,
                        when our days grow short,

                              when our turns round the sun go dearth,

                                    then the green takes leave,

                                         thereby showing our true colors.

                from “A Rich Spirituality” via https//www.richjane1999.net. By Rich Thompson

By: Kirsten Hartman

Morning Wake up

The way I start my day is:  SLOW.  S-L-O-W.  I just can' t rush around any more.
I get up early, pour a cup of coffee and head for the couch.  There is a great view of the Rockies from my picture window and  I love to sit there watching as the sun lights up Long's Peak.  Sipping my coffee,looking at the beautiful mountains, feeling peaceful.  
After about an hour or so, most of my aches are gone and my mind is clear.  Then I am ready to begin the day.  I like taking it SLOW.
Is it just me, or is this a part of getting old?

Written by Jesse Kerchenfaut  By: Kirsten Hartman

 In late October my husband and I spent a week in Haiti on a learning tour of Mennonite (MCC) development projects. MCC is doing an impressive job of picking its battles, identifying rural communities where it can have a real impact on health, well-being, and self-sustainability. They have become involved in a variety of projects including help with reforestation, partnering with local health organizations, teaching more efficient gardening techniques,  strengthening the capacity of local private schools, providing materials for sanitary latrines and clean water, developing overseas markets for local crafts. The Haitians we met obviously welcome opportunities to turn basic assistance and counsel into sustainable projects that they can ultimately administer on their own. That is the good news. But the big picture is of a corrupt and greedy Haitian government unwilling and incapable of maintaining the safety and well-being of its citizens and of providing individuals opportunities for a more secure future.

With two such conflicting images I find it difficult to create a vision for the future of these people. They are unwelcome as immigrants in almost every country so that leaving for a better life elsewhere, even if they could afford it, is not an option.  At least in the rural areas their sense of family and community is strong and their work ethic is impressive. They look after each other. That is the hopeful and heartwarming part of their story.

Rural moms bring their very young children to a
neighborhood center where the kids are assessed by local
nurses and moms are given nutritional advice and
supplies of food supplements.

After school programs include many children whose families
cannot afford to send them to the public schools which charge for
an education. Local teachers volunteer their time to work
with these kids after school hours.

By: Bonnie Shetler

“It’s like Dr. Seuss for Old People”

...as named by my 11 year old daughter

Grey in my 30’s, how can that be?

A friend exclaimed, “But that’s your choice!” 

And she’s right, I choose to be me.

My mother said, “It must be a Colorado thing.”

And maybe it is. Natural and delicate, like a dragon fly’s wing.

A silver tiara shining with Colorado’s 310 days of sun. 

A badge of honor for another year won. 

Strangers stopping me with praise at first, 

“It’s so... well dispersed.”

Others with brows furrowed a bit, 

“Clearly, that can’t be natural, can it?”

I don’t want your pity. My friend was right you see. This IS a choice, to live my life full of authenticity.

“You are too young to let yourself go grey. It’s a disservice to your beauty,” they say.

But I disagree, these glittery locks pave the way to living life every day. 

Growing older is a gift not given to many. And this hair, it isn’t worth but a penny. But to me, the value is beyond compare, for these silver strands prove I’ve shown up, lived life, and cared.

Last I checked, this hair on my head is mine.

If I choose grey, that should be fine. 

My husband has never said a word. He’s either a smart man or a turd! 

My daughter lets me know when it’s all in disarray. And she likes to point out old photos that are browner than today. 

I’ve laughed and I’ve cried, until I’ve hit my stride. To the end it will be, silver and grey, maybe even a little white, guiding me straight to that bright light.

Poem written by Kristy Wygmans

By: Kirsten Hartman

20 years later--they did it!

They did it!

Diane and Pat McCary, ages 76 and 78, completed the three Ironman distances in Kona, Hawaii to commemorate the 20^th anniversary of their performance in 1998. That year, along with their daughter Kristen and son Mike, they became part of the first family of four to ever complete the Ironman together. This year they took their 16-year-old granddaughter, Autumn, along to enjoy the fun and allowed themselves a week to complete the Ironman distances--a 2.4 mile swim, 100-mile bike ride and 26.2 mile run.

They needed to make a few adjustments to get the job done. “The traffic was so bad that I only did about 30 miles of biking on the roads,” Diane explained. The rest she accomplished on a stationery bike. “So boring,” she said. “But I did it.”

The ocean was so rough that they were forced to do some of their swim in a nearby pool. They divided the run up into several segments and allowed themselves a “walk-run” option when that was necessary.

"It was the consistency of lifelong training that allowed us to do this," Pat said.

Bob Laird, former medical director of Ironman took the photo.

The McCayrs spent their time in Hawaii staying with old friends. They heard stories of four miserable months of thick fog caused by the erupting volcano. At last, the air is clear, but record high temperatures were a bit of a shock to the Colorado mountain residents.

“We feel completed,” Diane said. “Afterwards we celebrated with friends. And we’re happy to be home.”

A four-inch snowfall in Allenspark greeted them on their return.

By: Libby James