Jun 5th, 2008
Apparently I’m “Older”
Remember when you were a kid and you could literally run all day long without getting tired? Sure you’d get home and crash at bedtime, but the next day you were right back at it . . . all. day. long. No ill side effects, other than the occasional skinned knee or black eye.
When you become an adult, however, your body seems to say “Whoa there Nelly. Slow down a bit or I’ll show you!” You can go hiking for an afternoon or on a long bike ride or run around with the kids, but about 3 hours in to it your body is screaming for you to take a rest and relax. And for some reason, you’re totally wiped by the time 4:00 p.m. rolls around and it’s time to make dinner, get the kids bathed, and get them to bed.
I’m an active person - I play volleyball and softball and golf, I swim and ride bike and hike, I play with the kids. The trouble is, I don’t do all of these activities year round. And every year, when it’s the season for a sport, I go gungho and play hard and have fun. My muscles, however, don’t seem to have as much fun. With each new season comes new muscle soreness. How is it that after golfing for 15 years, my lower back and forearms seem to forget that they’re used for this sport and SCREAM at me the next day?! That after playing softball 7 months out of the year for the past 25 years (yes, I’m that old) my arm STILL kills me after the first couple of games of a season? Shouldn’t my muscles remember that they LIKE to do these things and WANT to do these things? And that I like to do these things? And that doing these things is GOOD for them and will keep them healthy for many years?
To my Mom and Dad . . . I apologize for laughing at you every summer, on that one day when all the adults would go water skiing, and be sore and immobile for a week after. I now understand what you meant when you said “You laugh now. But just wait until you get older. You’ll see how it is.”
Apparently, I am now older.
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Welcome to our world! It is frustrating. Did you know I was a head majorette and marched in parades and led the band and tried to outdance my partner doing the jitterbug later that night? Where did Susie go and then Sue become that old woman!
It happens to the best of us.
I have a receipe for a great liament rub. I am willing to share it with someone I love a lot.
I hate being older. My head still thinks I am 20 but my body doesn’t play along with the fantasy!
So like when I worked out with a trainer last week on Monday and it took until Saturday for all the soreness to go away???? That leaves only 2 good days until I have to do it all over again. And then just when you think you have it down - they change the exercise and work the muscle slightly different. It’s kind of the same thing with the hangover too . . . The recovery time just isn’t as short.
Amen. Love… Mom
I’m not older…(I’m not! I’m not!)…and yet I still fantasize about an afternoon nap. I enjoy my time sitting and not doing anything. And I finally understand the meaning and joy behind, “I’m just RELAXING.”
I’m not older…yet. Although I’ve never been overly active, so my muscles tend to get sore pretty easily. It’s embarrassing actually!!
OMG… I’m older too! Briggs and I are doing all those things that happen when your about to be 40! (we both have our first 39th birthdays this year) I’ve just had my first knee surgery (for a runner, skier, hiker this is common arround 40) and Briggs just hurniated a disk (3 people have told us “men do that at 40″). I’m just waiting for the little red convertable! LOL