Recently during Pilates class, my teacher sent me to the wall for a set of standing push-ups. “Place your hands on the wall at breast level,” she instructed. I placed my hands on the wall at breast level. I saw that my hands were headed for the Gulf of Mexico. “How did this happen?” I asked, sorrow catching in my throat. “You know what they say,” said my Pilates partner. “After 40, it\’s all maintenance.” I gritted my teeth and performed three grueling sets of push-ups, determined to show that my strength and agility were not sliding nearly as fast as some of the rest of... Read More