Keeping fit in Alcalá
When I first moved here I though that just walking around this preciptitous town of ours would provide enough exercise to keep me in shape, not to mention living in a three-storey house. It did at first; I lost half a stone and could sprint up the hill like a whippet without even thinking about it. But lately I've found myself rationalising my trips into town so I don´t have to do it more than once every couple of days - less if possible, especially in summer. My muscles are getting flabby and I'm starting to get puffed out climbing two flights of stairs. So, now that the temperature has come down to a pleasant 25 degrees or so, it's time for some remedial action. I'm not worried about dieting; we already eat very healthily, I'm not overweight and there are too many tasty treats around to start exercising self-denial at my age. Exercise, "gentle and regular" as they say, is the thing for us nearly-60s. My gentle and regular regime involves a rowin...