Maybe her cankles were stiff and sore.Or maybe she was drunk again.
Fragment from a poem by Sappho (6th century BC):
...my skin once soft is wrinkled now
my hair once black has turned white
My heart has become heavy, my knees that once danced nimbly like fawns cannot carry me
How often I lament these things - but what can be done?
No one who is human can escape old age.