I did a stretch with the resistance band Lise gave me a year ago, and it snapped! I stood there for two seconds, looking from one hand to the other in disbelief. I’ve walked sneakers to death, but this was the first time I wore out exercise equipment. My pink friend had been faithful, stretching herself twice a day for my benefit.
The next-heavier band is waiting in the wings, purchased last year for this occasion.
There was only one thing I could think of that would be better than breaking exercise equipment. That would be breaking a bad habit. I don’t feel like nominating one just yet. It’s time to celebrate getting a little stronger.