Getting Old(er)

January 31st, 2007

When did I start getting old? Seriously, I don’t “think” I am old. It is my body that is trying to tell me that I am. I used to be able to do so many activities and not be sore and bearly walking (like I am lately). When did that start? This oldness just crept up on me when I wasn’t looking. Kind of like that trick you play as a kid when you tap on someone’s shoulder and when they turn around, you are on the other side. That is old age. It tapped me on the shoulder and I looked only to find that I was already starting to creak and pop.

I suppose I could blame it on marriage, children, and life. That wouldn’t exactly be fair. Honestly, I look in the mirror and I see “smile lines” (no, those aren’t wrinkles) and gray hair and I think: “What the heck happened to me?!” In my mind, I really don’t feel older than 20. Really. Sure, I know more than when I was 20, but I feel life is just as fun/challenging as when I was younger. The only change to me is this ‘ol body. When did I start waking up in the morning a bit slower? When did I start having my knees pop and my back become stiff? When did these darned gray hairs start inviting friends?

I got up this morning at 6am for a 10 mile run. No problem. I’ve done it many times in the past. As I got into about mile 3, I noticed that my ankles were a bit sore and so was my left knee. At mile 5.5, I realized that my hip was hurting like mad and that I pulled a muscle. What is wrong with me?! My brain says: “Come on! We can do this!”, while my body is saying: “Why did we leave our nice, warm bed? You FOOL!”

Although I can’t ever see myself doing the Botox, coloring my hair, or having laser surgery to get rid of “this and that”, I can see why folks do these things. We want our selves like we used to be. We want the bodies that have boundless energy. Not the bodies that have arthritis, bad knees, “love handles”, gray hair, hair coming out our ears & noses, wrinkles, vericose veins, and unwanted sagging here and there.

Our bodies really do abandon us somewhere in our 30’s. It is not something you can put your finger on. You just wake up one day – OLD. So unfair. I am looking at 40 in 2 yr. 3 mo. I’m not scared of 40, really. I was a bit nervous with 30, but I found out that was a piece of cake. No, what I don’t look forward to is this body of mine falling apart.

The day when a scientist comes up with a solution to “body falling apart syndrome” will be a great day indeed. Until that day, I will keep thinking like a 20 yr. old with a body that creaks and pops. Now, where did I put that Bengay?

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