Saturday, September 12, 2009
This is for any of my elderblogger friends who may think me mad for trudging around on mountains. This morning we pampered our stiff legs with a short walk on a trail that led to a public beach on Lake Tahoe.
On our way there, we were passed by this woman running, her long white braid swinging behind her.
When we got to the shore, there she was in three feet of cold water, walking repeats of about 100 yards, back and forth, against the resistance of the lake.
She responded with a laugh when we applauded her grit.