by Anne Montgomery
I have worked out most of my life. I started ice skating at
five. I skied and swam. When I was 24, I started officiating sports and called
football, baseball, ice hockey, soccer, and basketball games, an avocation I practiced
for 40 years. When I was 30, I got my first health club membership and I have
had one ever since.
For the uninformed, Silver Sneakers is a health and fitness program that provides gym access and fitness classes for people 65 and older. It's covered by some Medicare plans. That means I no longer have
to shell out those monthly fees to the health club.
The idea, of course, is to keep old people moving so they’re
less likely to succumb to problems like heart disease, broken bones from falls,
high-blood pressure, diabetes, cancer, and obesity. If people get exercise,
chances are they won't become ill or injured, which keeps those Medicare costs
down.
I've been swimming laps regularly for 35 years, so I am pretty
comfortable working out.
I was feeling pretty smug the day I walked into the club and
asked to be moved to the Silver Sneakers rolls. I had just finished swimming a
thousand meters – sadly, I used to swim two thousand, but as I’ve already intimated,
I’m old.
“Of course! I’d be happy to help,” a tall, twenty-something
smiled down at me. “Sit right here. Just show me your ID and your membership
card, Ms. Montgomery.”
I noted he was very solicitous.
After putting the important bits of information into the
computer and handing me my new key fob, he placed both elbows on the desk.
“Now, we can provide you with a free one-hour counseling session.”
“What for?”
He tilted his head. “To help you learn how to work out.”
I squinted. Did I look like I needed help finding my way around
the gym? Did I look like I spent my days on the couch eating Ding Dongs? Did I
look like I didn’t know a free weight from a foam roller?
Then, I had an I-glimpsed-myself-in-a-store-window moment. I know
you’ve done it. You walk by a reflective surface and the person you see staring
back is not the one you always imagined. I was forced to consider how this nice
young man saw me. He smiled sweetly. I stared back, realizing I might now
appear to be a little old lady.
I said I’d think about the offer. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to
see if there’s anything I’ve been missing. I thanked him and left. Though I
stared at the floor whenever I got close to a window.
This is my latest release. It’s Native American Literature and U.S. Historical Fiction. Picking a genre definitely is not easy.
The past and present collide when a tenacious reporter seeks information on an eleventh century magician…and uncovers more than she bargained for.
In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.
Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.
Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archaeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.
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When she can, Anne indulges in her passions: rock collecting, scuba diving, football refereeing, and playing her guitar.
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