Happy Sunday my fellow 11315ians! Hmmm, I thought that would sound much cooler when I read it aloud, but hey I’m going with it. As you can probably see, I am far behind in my blogging. It is November and I’m just now talking about August. And just to show you how lazy my collective blogging skills are at the moment, this should be the big post ~ the Reston Century. Alas, I will have to get that on the next round as I try to pull those tidbits of adventure from my brain. I’m reading “get your Sh*t together” by Sarah Knight. Maybe there will be something in there I can use to stop dallying with the unimportant sh*t in life and get down to brass tacks.
My Nana used to have this magnet on her fridge that said “screw” the golden years. Every time I would open the fridge I’d see the magnet and get a slight case of the vapors and thoughts of oldness would swim through my mind as I would contemplate….. is it really that bad, does it really suck? Sometimes she would walk in the kitchen and I would question “screw the golden years” she would look at me in the eyes and laugh then promptly say yes. I was in my teens at the time and would collectively sigh a breath of relief as I looked in the bathroom mirror checking to see if any wrinkles were starting to show up…no…everything on the body seems to be, uh, in place…whew! Ok, ok good I still have time. Fast forward and I am now 52. For the most part, I don’t feel my age. I have a few pains every now and again, but all is well in Laurel Land.
But something funny happens when you segway from your 40s to your 50s. You start hearing the battle cry ~ age is just a number! Some people say it so vehemently that I feel hmmm what are you trying to tell me? Almost like I need to do something really bold, just so I can say…hell yes, it is a number bitches ~ watch as I jump out this window head first! Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ bout. Age, don’t got nothing on me…can someone please get me an Aleve™ as this sh*t will surely hurt in an hour.
Has there been some slowing…meh sure, but it hasn’t been that bad. I like to look at it as a state of mind. I’m WINNING!!! Some people if you mention age they just get crazy, it seems to happen at 48. You’re getting closer to 50 and there is a bit of panic, but you’re not full blown crazy yet. You see it on the horizon and you’ll be dammed if you go gentle into that good night. Hell no, someone get me a Tik Tok account STAT!
Getting older is grace, elegance, humor, joy and experience all rolled up into a tight little California roll. Get them chopsticks and dig in…because something tells me the last half is going to go faster than the first half. It’s the way of things.
During this week in August I did some heavy mileage because of the Century. As I said earlier that recap is coming. I was able to get 120.17 miles with 4008.84 miles gratefully remaining. I went out for a walk today and Fall is slowly making it’s way to Winter. There was a slight breeze in the air; leaves were dancing on the air as I took this 52 year old body out for a walk. 52 isn’t bad ~ I’ve lived 21 years longer than my mother did. Guess I would say it’s pretty damn awesome. Be well, be happy and celebrate the lines and the changes. Happy Miles to You!!