Monday, May 05, 2014
I guess it happens to all of us at some point—the day we realize we’re getting older. For me, it happened today. I was standing at the copier, leaning on my hand and I noticed it—my hand looks like my grandmother’s hand…when did that happen?
Maybe I’m starting to feel the fact that this year, in December, I turn the big 5 – 0. Maybe it’s because I’m just returning to my normal running routine again, after being off for about six weeks. I really don’t know…but for that moment, I felt old.
I realize that aging is perfectly normal, and I have always embraced my age. This year is no different. But I’m still waiting for the big rocking chair to replace my treadmill, and a nice pair of cozy slippers to replace my running shoes. Even though I know better, I keep having to push aside that nasty voice in my head that says that much too old to be running. What’s up with that?
Nasty inner voice be damned—I’m going into my “golden” years kicking and screaming and feeling like a 20 year old, thank you very much. I intend to keep running as long as my body allows, and when I can no longer run, I will keep walking. Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m stubborn, and I don’t listen to anyone who tells me that “I can’t.”
So take notice, 50th birthday fairy, if you decide to deliver the rocking chair and slippers, I plan to ignore them completely. Because AARP member or not, I still have many more years of living in me.