Larry wanted to know why I stopped going to exercise class. I told him I didn't want to go. He pushed it. It was annoying to me, probably because I feel like I ought to go. But I'm seriously uncoordinated and decided I would just have to figure something out that didn't involve going somewhere in awful weather to do something I'm bad at. I'm pretty sure I'll have some other excuse when the weather is better.
But it isn't like Larry exercises. He has started walking since I've quit. My feet and knees are better without a lot of steps. I still walk on the porch some, but I'm not interested in checking on steps.