Friday, November 20, 2009
One Foot in the Grave
A few years ago (and many, many before that) when I was single, I could jam-pack my schedule until there was barely any time to change my underwear between events. I loved going out with my single girlfriends—whether for an evening run at the beach or a night of bar-hopping in Venice or Santa Monica—and would often catch myself in these moments of bliss over how delightfully exciting my life was.
I remember driving through downtown LA on numerous occasions on my way home, admiring the city lights and thinking how alive and young and fun I felt.
This week, I met up with a friend for dinner in Santa Monica and as I drove through the glistening metropolis of downtown, I felt something quite different: tired.
I don’t know what it is, but in the last couple years it’s like my body has discovered its real age and it feels OLD. It doesn’t want to stay up late drinking, it wants to accidentally fall asleep on Mr. W’s couch while watching The Food Network.
I experienced a similar realization at the U2 concert last month. I’ve seen The Boys seven other times with GA floor tickets, and I’ve always left the concert buzzing with exhilaration. But this time, I left with a sore back, aching feet and an ear that wouldn’t stop ringing for two days.
People, I think the machine is breaking down.
The funny part is that I’ve challenged myself physically more in the last couple years than I did for the first 31! When I was young and spry, I wasn’t running half marathons and climbing mountains. I thought that stuff was supposed to help me stay youthful!
I know there’s no avoiding the age goblins. But I just really wish that when I sat on the floor to make jewelry or wrap a birthday present, I didn’t start to get stiff before I stood up again. That used to happen to our dog as a kid. And he’s dead now.
It scares me that this is only the beginning… It’s downhill from here… What do you all do to stay feeling young?