Friends Can Help You Get Your Move On

By Jan Chait Now that the kids are gone and my nest is empty, I've been reduced to arranging play dates for cats. No, I'm not joking. My grandson, Ollie, took his cat (who I call Mooch) with him when he moved to an apartment. Since Mooch and my G. Gordon Kitty were good friends, it was necessary to have play dates. Poor G. was just galumphing around. But when Mooch got here — man! — they bumped heads, then immediately began grooming each other. That was followed by a wide-ranging game of chase. Now that Mooch has returned to Ollie's apartment, G. Gordon Kitty has morphed into G. Gordon Slug — lounging around on whatever empty space he can find. No "car key hockey." No "emergency in another room" sprints. No playing with the other two cats here. Nope. No Mooch, no exercise. Do you need a friend in order to exercise? I generally do — and wish I had an exercise buddy now. Years ago, a neighbor (who has since moved) and I would walk over to the nearby park every morning and take a lap around the park. There's a long way and a longer way. We took the latter. And there are hills. Not very high — this is, after all, the Midwest — but they could get you huffing and puffing all the same. Especially if you'd been out of West Virginia w-a-y too long. That was about the last time I teamed up with a friend to do any regular exercise, and the walking didn't last long. The problem was, my foot hurt. My podiatrist kept brushing me off, saying, "Aw, you're...
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