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The last time I paid this much attention to my body was in 2015 when  recovering
from malaria.
And of course, what you pay attention to grows, right?
I'm hearing a lot of  moans, cracks and crinks.
They say black don't crack and whereas my face is easily 5-10 years younger,
the bones and joints are on schedule.
Maybe it's time I revisited my fitness goals.
Hard to believe there was a time I was practicing Aikido 3-4 hours a week.
Oh, if I could turn back the hands of time *whistles away 

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