Getting Older

I’m only thirty-one, so, I get it; I’m not that old.  But I’m not eighteen anymore either.  I always wondered how aging happens.  In the back of my head I think I always thought that is was possible to defy aging by just moving.  Basically, I was hopeful that if I hiked Mt. Washington every year, I’d just always be able to do that until the year I die.  I’d be 102 hiking up the mountain.  (I can still sort of picture that happening, actually.)

But this year, I’ve been noticing little aches in my body that just nag at me.  Knowing your body well is a curse and a blessing.  This Christmas Eve, I was sitting on the floor at Matt’s parent’s house.  We typically get the floor during presents, and I don’t mind because I normally find the floor comfortable.  In fairness to my aging body, for some reason this year, we really didn’t have a lot of room, and I felt really stiff just sitting on the floor.

Getting Older 2017-10-25T15:49:52+00:00