This getting old stuff that is.
Frustrating!
A week ago while playing in the snow with the kids, I felt, and heard, something pop in my rib cage. It hurt quite a lot initially, but the pain subsided, and I thought it was gonna be fine. It bothered me a bit to sleep but didn't seem to trouble my workouts and so I wasn't too stressed. However after 2 days of wrestling with my shed doors it hurts a lot, and I can't rest at all. Afterwards, I rode easy on my bike for 45 minutes but the whole session was an uncomfortable waste.
And I know it's the realities of age. Because I am quite fit I tend to do stuff that others may not try. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with being fit, and it's just my hard headed personality. I really, really struggle with the idea of standing back from work, or play, using the "age" card. It feels to me like an excuse, like laziness.
Today for instance. I was already quite sore from yesterday but I was determined to finish the job. Every instance I had to bend, push, pull, or twist, was quite unpleasant. Somehow the very idea of procrastinating until I felt better was unacceptable.
But I know! Yes I know! It's only gonna get worse!
How do I get my mind around that? To consciously acknowledge in advance, that if I perform a certain act, there may be consequences of ripping, tearing, pulling, cracking, or heaven forbid, breaking!! And furthermore, to then make a conscious decision not to perform that act!
All because I'm fuckin old, when I'm not really old, and when I feel very young!
Okay, Okay. I'm done. If I keep whining I'm gonna hear it from one of the idiots, so onwards and upwards. If necessary I'll take a couple of days off, and the only thing that will hurt is my waistline. I should probably focus on more cerebral activities for a while, except those were a challenge for me when I was young, let alone now.
I guess I could focus on reading and writing, which brings me to the smile of the day. I finished David Copperfield and so being duly inspired, and in keeping with the time of year, I decided to download, A Christmas Carol.
Guess what?
It was very short (less than 2 hours), and it was quite ordinary. Maybe it was just because I knew the story, but it read like something he threw together of an afternoon. Maybe he did eh?
Anyway, what I find amusing is that I'm pretty sure you can safely call A Christmas Carol a commercial success!! It has been adapted to film, opera, ballet and believe it or not, even to a mime production.
That's it folks. I gotta go take care of my grandson who seems to have the flu or some such thing. All of my petty little worries become exactly that, when placed in comparison.
computrainer 45 mins easy.
"God bless us, everyone"---Tiny Tim
Love
Peter
Frustrating!
A week ago while playing in the snow with the kids, I felt, and heard, something pop in my rib cage. It hurt quite a lot initially, but the pain subsided, and I thought it was gonna be fine. It bothered me a bit to sleep but didn't seem to trouble my workouts and so I wasn't too stressed. However after 2 days of wrestling with my shed doors it hurts a lot, and I can't rest at all. Afterwards, I rode easy on my bike for 45 minutes but the whole session was an uncomfortable waste.
And I know it's the realities of age. Because I am quite fit I tend to do stuff that others may not try. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with being fit, and it's just my hard headed personality. I really, really struggle with the idea of standing back from work, or play, using the "age" card. It feels to me like an excuse, like laziness.
Today for instance. I was already quite sore from yesterday but I was determined to finish the job. Every instance I had to bend, push, pull, or twist, was quite unpleasant. Somehow the very idea of procrastinating until I felt better was unacceptable.
But I know! Yes I know! It's only gonna get worse!
How do I get my mind around that? To consciously acknowledge in advance, that if I perform a certain act, there may be consequences of ripping, tearing, pulling, cracking, or heaven forbid, breaking!! And furthermore, to then make a conscious decision not to perform that act!
All because I'm fuckin old, when I'm not really old, and when I feel very young!
Okay, Okay. I'm done. If I keep whining I'm gonna hear it from one of the idiots, so onwards and upwards. If necessary I'll take a couple of days off, and the only thing that will hurt is my waistline. I should probably focus on more cerebral activities for a while, except those were a challenge for me when I was young, let alone now.
I guess I could focus on reading and writing, which brings me to the smile of the day. I finished David Copperfield and so being duly inspired, and in keeping with the time of year, I decided to download, A Christmas Carol.
Guess what?
It was very short (less than 2 hours), and it was quite ordinary. Maybe it was just because I knew the story, but it read like something he threw together of an afternoon. Maybe he did eh?
Anyway, what I find amusing is that I'm pretty sure you can safely call A Christmas Carol a commercial success!! It has been adapted to film, opera, ballet and believe it or not, even to a mime production.
That's it folks. I gotta go take care of my grandson who seems to have the flu or some such thing. All of my petty little worries become exactly that, when placed in comparison.
computrainer 45 mins easy.
"God bless us, everyone"---Tiny Tim
Love
Peter
Hey, didn't you tell me to listen to my body? Or did I make that up? Or was it someone else? Anyway, it's damn good advice. And getting older doesn't mean getting old. I'm learning that. Be well, that's all I ask. And if I write the great Canadian novel before you do, I promise not to gloat.
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