66 😎

66.

A number that once sounded distant.

Now it sits quietly beside me, sipping morning air.

This is not a fitness routine.

This is not a medical prescription.

This is a conversation with the body, before the world starts talking.

Minute 0–2: Waking Up Without Arguments

I don’t jump out of bed. I negotiate.

A slow turn.

Feet touch the floor.

The hips complain softly — not rebellion, just a reminder: “Ease into the day.”

I smile. We’ve known each other long enough.

Minute 3–6: Gentle Movements — No Heroics

A few knee bends near the wall.

Hip circles — small, like drawing commas in the air.

Marching in place, as if I’m late for nothing.

This is not exercise.

This is oiling old hinges.

The body responds politely.

Minute 7–11: Walking — The Best Medicine

Slow.

Then moderate.

If the weather is kind and yesterday’s dinner was lighter, I allow myself a gentle upward slope.

No speed targets. No apps judging me.

Just footsteps, breath, and that quiet joy of still being able to move forward.

Minute 12–14: Chair Test (The Honest Mirror)

Sit.

Stand.

Once. Twice.

A small pause before getting up — the body clearing its throat.

Not perfect.

But possible.

At 66, possible is a blessing.

Minute 15: Pause & Perspective

I stop.

Hands on hips.

One deep breath.

No motivational quotes.

No grand resolutions.

Just a thought:

“This body has carried me through stories, journeys, temple steps, and everyday miracles.”

It deserves patience now — not punishment.