Itís October. By the end of the month I'll begin another journey around the sun. Iím still slowly recovering from my shoulder surgery. Finally I'm allowed to ride my bike again although courses that I once took for granted are now challenging since I havenít ridden for several months. Iím still not supposed to swim, although I do admit that the delightfully warm water of Venice Beach has lured me into the sea for a light side stroke and elementary back stroke more than once. Soon Iíll resume jogging. One of my doctor's has emphasized that I need to stretch thoroughly, warming up and down, before engaging in any more strenuous physical activity. He said that it's even more important to do as we age. Admittedly, it's a practice I haven't done much of over the years, one that probably contributed to the tear in my rotator cuff and herniated discs.
Luckily Iíve been allowed to hike throughout my recovery. Over Labor Day weekend, Carolisa Pomerantz and I again ventured up to Mt. Baldy for a couple of days of hiking, clambering up Bear Canyon on Saturday and tackling our favorite, Ice House Canyon on Sunday. It was a delightful respite from the city. We stayed at Harwood, the Sierra Club Lodge where we broke bread with several long time friends. The older I get the more I treasure the companionship of people who care. Without support, lifeís journey can be too challenging to face alone.