Monday, August 30, 2010

I'm not as young as you think I am



Call it good genes. I don't know.

My mom has never looked her age. I have never looked my age.

I tend to perpetually look about 12. Not so cool when you are co-teaching at a middle school and spend the first week being stopped by other teachers for not having a hall pass. Literally. Three times.

Thankfully, I have a lovely reminder that I am, in fact, 38. It's called - my body.

My limbs have this funny little party game they like to play. And they believe life is a party. They fall asleep much more quickly than they used to. So, I can sit all floppy and young and twisted up on a cushion in the floor (still my favorite way to sit, but ...). The cool factor disintegrates quickly when I stand up and fall over onto a numb lump of flesh. Or I hop around throughout the pins-and-needles phase.

38.

If I lean too long in one position, everything freezes up. It used to do this - ya' know - when you found yourself stuck somewhere for hours. But my body is all about the microwave generation now. It likes to speed things up. Stiffening up within minutes. One second, you're leaning up against something with your wrist bent back just so, enjoying a chat. The next second, you move said wrist and it is so very .... ah, frick-a-frack-a, ga-ka*^!%&*! Ow, ow, OOWWWWWW! Or you're just starting to move and you feel that pain - that slight pain that says, "If you just start moving normally, you are going to hate yourself ... take it easy there, partner." Of course, it only happens during very convenient moments. Never during ... oh, I don't know ... sex. Nope. Never.

*Don't tell me to switch positions regularly. My body is also like an extremely ADHD child. If I change anything too often during the lovey-dove, I lose my concentration. Gotta' stay focused, or you add another 20 minutes to the whole process. It's a delicate balance. Don't lean on the wrists too long. But don't lose your concentration. But don't get bored. But get off that other wrist. Entering the stiff pain zone, three minute mark, but if you move you lose your focus, but if you don't move you'll ... ah, FRICK!*

It's the three to the eight, baby.


I am officially "running" now. I was in track in school. I loved to sprint. Loved it. I could power pack everything into that short distance. I didn't do long distances. Good for the ones who did. Yea for them. Not me, though. I was a sprinter. Over and done. Even in practice, I had never run a full mile without stopping. Never. Ever. Yet, yesterday, I ran almost two.

That makes me sound so very athletic, doesn't it? Well, what you don't know is how my big age indicator reacted - my body. You see, I eat healthy and I get plenty of sleep on a regular basis. Yet, I was pushing my body beyond the norm and it was ... well, it was really, really tired. Almost fell asleep sitting up - multiple times. When I ate, I scarfed down food as though it might disappear before my eyes in 20 seconds or less. And the yawning - out of control. My body was tired. The exercise is great, and I will continue it, sure. But my body doesn't "ease" into this kind of thing like it used to.

Hello, 40. Wanna' start a little foreplay? K, but you have to be on top, cause I ain't leaning on nuthin'!

I actually love getting older. I adore gaining wisdom and having life experiences that only come with many flips of the calendar. By most standards, I'm also still an infant (my parents, for instance, are cursing me right now, "Oh, you think YOUR body is aging?!?" I know, I know - I get it!). For me, though, I appear to be such a massive contradiction.

No matter how I look on my best days, I'm so very NOT in my 20's. Not even close. My body reminds me - cause it's fancy like that.

(photo was taken in March, by Sara Janssen, who brings out the young in everyone)

20 comments:

ohchicken said...

not yet 3 to the 2 and dude. i'm in the same boat. and not just right now, in whale-state.

you are goooooorgeous, btw. the photo is lovely, but it's you who is the hottness.

Elizabeth @ My Life, Such as it is... said...

Since I will be 43 in Jan. I so get the joint issues and pain. Toss in some health issues and there ya go! I've been walking though in the mornings twice a week. My knees won't let me run but I'm doing 3 miles in 1 hour. At 6am in 80+ degrees plus 90%+ humidity.

waldenbunch said...

Getting closer to the big 5-0. Can't even comprehend that. But I also wouldn't trade the wisdom and life experiences that make me who I am. I like me at this age!

lana said...

preach it... I hit 40 in Dec and began my "get this body moving or else" program this morning... feeling... tired!

Summer said...

Man, I'm only 29 and my hips like to get unhappy too easily. I don't even wanna think about in 10 years.

stellalunag said...

At least you are physically fit. Try 40 and a WHOLE LOT of excess poundage. The body really starts to protest. I used to just be fat; now I'm fat and creaky.

Erin said...

I'm 30, with 4 kids, but I'm actually looking forward to LOOKING older. Just a couple years ago a salesman came to the door of my house and asked me if my parents were at home. I. Nearly. Died. Especially because a crowd of friends was in our living room and they heard every word and couldn't stop laughing about it. I have really creaky knees, though, and I want to go back to ballet, but there are numerous reasons why I haven't. I just feel too old... may not look it, but I feel it!

marythemom said...

I'm 40 with 4 kids (3 of them teens) and in the last year I was even mistaken for a high school student while I was standing with my 13 yr old daughter. (Apparently all my grey hair just looks like highlights when it's pulled back in a headband).

That said, I have a step sister who at age 36 placed 11th in the world as a triathelete (now at age 39 she "only" does marathons and is thinking Olympics), while I am the ultimate couch potato. For the last week and a half my shoulder/neck have hurt so much I had to have ice and ibuprofen constantly or burst into tears. Stupid old body!

Poor me! I'm going to go have a cookie. (What?! It's no bake, multi-grain, made with protein powder and local honey).

Mary in TX

a Tonggu Momma said...

When I was about 26, I attended a football game at my former high school. It was the first game of the season. My former chemistry teacher, who was selling me a hot dog, told me, "you look familiar. Are you in my third or fourth period class?" And I replied, "third period. About 10 years ago." Oy vey. Thankfully, these past 10 years have not been very kind.

jendoop said...

I'm right behind you at 37. I used to love running until my joints gave out. (Try writing that and not feel old.)

It seems such a pity that right at the age where I've gained a bit of wisdom and have an idea of what to do with my life that my body isn't in much of a state to cooperate. Just think of the parenting I could do if I had the energy of a 25 yr old. As they say - youth is wasted on the young!

Happymom4 aka Hope Anne said...

Fish oil, my friend. Fish oil.

From a past 38--staring the big 40 in the eyeballs--woman.

I only can move because of fish oil.

Christine said...

I do - my daily fish oil and lots of flax. I notice it's worse in cold weather, too. So, seasonal. But still always with me to some extent.

Mama Hen said...

I am almost 3 to the 8 and I have noticed the same thing about my limbs falling asleep!

Cathy Givans said...

Wow, 40 sounds scary. I'm right with Summer. I will be 30 in Dec. and my knees ache sometimes, I have serious back issues, and yesterday, I swear I had tennis elbow or something.

It isn't the age that scares me, it's the body issues.

Of course, I still get carded to buy cigarrettes...yeah, I know, not helping the aging factor.

All said, losing this weight before 30 hits was my goal, doesn't seem like it's going to happen. :(

Totally love looking young, hate feeling old!

Corey said...

I love 38. I can't wait to be 39. And 40. Although $hit, it just made me gasp to say both of those numbers, because I don't know how I got to be this age. But for me the best thing about getting to be this age is learning that I am so much more than I ever thought I was. So much stronger. Tough as nails. What I can endure. Becoming part of this sisterhood that I never knew existed. Finding out that women are so powerful and amazing. That is what I love best about this age.

Erin said...

Is fish oil safe, due to the high mercury content in oily fish? If anyone has any info on this, I'd love to hear it. I really don't know anything about it.

Jess said...

The other day I had a baby in the Ergo and lunged to grab a toddler who was heading for the road. My body chose that moment to give me a very special message. That message was - OH AHH NOOOO STOP!!! YOU HAD 5 KIDS IN LESS THAN 6 YEARS WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!? A trip to the osteopath and some very nice drugs from the lovely doctor later, my body is still arguing that it is in fact 80 when I KNOW I turned 30 this year. I still love every stretch mark though...

Mama Drama Times Two said...

At 49 I am happy to report that 50 is the new 30....which is good because I certainly don't feel 50 inside. My stiff joints are another story...

coffeemom said...

OK, you're a youngster!
I'm 48 and have loved being in my 40's! Forties are WAAAAY better than thirties from an interior life standpoint.
From the outside???? maybe not so much, creaking joints falling thighs and necks.....etc. That said, GOOD ON YOU For C25K. Great program!!!
I ran/walked (galloway) my first half and first official and first and second unofficial marathons in my 40's. And now at almost 50, I've learned some sense and walk! Smelling the roses babee, bc life is hard in the middle years and w/ kids who have issues and so I'm a gentler person on me now...that's the secret perk of getting older! Look forward to it, it's worth it, never look back.

deb ... p.s. bohemian said...

38 here too and i'm really hoping what coffeemom just said is true!