I am 65 and 3/4 years old and my artificial hips are 7 months old.
If you were wanting a city to road test new hips, you couldn’t do batter than Manhattan. I’ve walked down the avenues and up the streets for hours, and I can tell you that these titanium femors and ceramic hips are roadworthy.
As a further testament to the handiwork of my orthopedic surgeon and the prostheses, I’ve passed the test of yoga classes at the Iyengar Institute of New York.
Actually I smiled inwardly when the instructor this morning, who had never met or spoken to me, was talking about the vulnerability of boomer hips.
I doubt that he suspected mine were in their infant stage, as I performed all poses suggested by him, and in a manner worthy of the now defunct teaching certificate awarded by BKS Iyengar himself.
I’m thrilled I can walk this great city, and others and all the great National Park trails we’ve encountered on this trip.
Here’s a shot from our Central Park walk today: