My daughter wants to know if I feel old because she says I am closer to 50 than I am to 30. I laugh and tell her that I won’t be middle aged when I am 50 and that I’ll still be faster and stronger than everyone.
Her older brother tells me that he believes I will be stronger but doesn’t see faster because you don’t have the same kind of speed at 50 that you do when you are younger.
I don’t tell him he is right even though I know that. I just tackle him and we start wrestling. My boy is getting to be so damn big. He is 8o some pounds of muscle and the day is coming when he is going to be too much for me to deal with. It is going to be a long way off, but I know this to be true.
I celebrate and dread that day. Maybe it is because I am 240 pounds of 5 year old or maybe it is because I have been doing a boatload of push ups. I am getting stronger every day and I celebrate that too.
Maybe I am not 19, my jeans can attest to that but I can still throw the weights around pretty good and the muscle remembers.
One of the cars decided to mutiny today. The #%^&^#%t car must know when I have paid all the bills and in between checks. It was a bad time for this to happen but that is how it goes.
I keep looking at finances, wondering how the hell I am going to pay for a Bar Mitzvah, but I’ll find a way. I always do. I may not have any hair left but damn I will find a way.
I need to update the story I am working on over here. I have a bunch of ideas but not enough time to work on it.
Time is my best friend and my worst enemy. I feel like I am the kid I was in college but I don’t see that endless highway I used to see any more. Sometimes I am ok with that and sometimes I hate it.
I would write more but my five minutes is up. Besides I am going to come back later and write at least three more posts on my blogs. This is what I am supposed to be doing with my life. I am a writer and these posts are just like the warm up I do before I start lifting.
50 is not so bad. Keep doing those push-ups and you’ll be amazed.
I will keep that in mind.
Great post! I’m so glad you joined in! I love seeing what all people can write in five minutes and what direction things go to.
Hi Jana,
This was great fun and I am glad that I was able to join in. Thank you for hosting.
Push ups are a great exercise for us old guys. I do them frequently, sometimes in bursts of 25 to 30 when I have a free couple of minutes. Most think that exercise needs to be done an hour at a time. Some of my best push up sessions are a minute here and a minute there, repeated 20 or so times throughout the day…
That is exactly what I like about them, they can be done anywhere and in small bursts. I try to do them throughout the day.
My kids laugh because some times you’ll catch me in pumping out a set while still wearing a tie, but I figure no reason not to take advantage of a good opportunity so…
Warm ups are critical, aren’t they? Sometimes I forget that piece of info and think I should be able to just rush into whatever it is I’m wanting to do.
Maybe that’s not what you intended this post to bring people, but I took that away from it. Now I think I need to get myself ready for a (hopeful) run this AM. It’s cooler, finally, so I will warm up as I run!
Warm ups make a big difference. Sometimes we can hit the ground running and just do whatever it is we need to but I find that a good warm up makes it easier.
Though I have clarify I miss being able to just walk onto the court and play. My body doesn’t like that so much anymore. 😉
There are points in time when aging seems like it will never catch up, and other points in time when you focus and see that it has. It’s a great gift to be able to look at our children and see them growing strong and healthy, regardless of where we are on the aging spectrum.
Well it is a constant adjustment, just like much of life. We do what we can and try to keep things moving in a direction that makes us happy and secure.
And you are right, it is a gift watching our children grow.