Getting Warmer

I did work around the yard for a couple of hours recently.  I mowed, whipper snipped, and pulled some weeds.  I do not deserve a medal or anything as it is just something that needs doing.  In fact, that was my thinking.  I was umming and arring and then thought “just do it.”
I would normally go into how the way it makes me feel can be attributed to getting older and the stroke.  While that I believe is legitimate it occurred to me that some things I think I bring on myself.
It seems that some things heard when younger apply even more when older.  That is the necessity of warming up and down.  When younger it is often a case of “why?” or even “that may apply to others but not to me.”
I think I have seen the wisdom of doing it.  If I want to minimise the aches and pains and the sense that I am good for nothing else in the day, I reckon it is important I do the warming up and down.  It does not alleviate all the aches, but it certainly makes them less than they would have been.
I really reckon that applies to life in general.  I need to warm up and down where possible.  It is pointless to me having all the strength I need only to break down because I rushed into something rather than taking the time I need to prepare for the task or day at hand.
To that end it is important to me to start and end the day right.  I feel it when I don’t.  I do not feel as prepared for what the day contains as I might have been.  It may be just a very normal day.  Yet my thinking is normal is no substitute for extraordinary.
It’s weird I know, but sometimes it is the opportunities I miss that goad me.  All because I did not take the time to warm up.  It can be that the excuse is made that “I don’t have time to warm up.”  My thinking is I do not have time not to warm up.