Getting Older

The last few months have really been a reality check for me in the changes that are happening to my body as I get older. No, I'm not referring to the uncomfortable things that a kid learns about sitting in their 5th grade class with their parent next to them as pictures are flashed on the screen about the male and female reproduction organs and they're told about all the fun and exciting things to look forward to in the years to come. Sorry, it was a little TMI for me at the time.

I remember back about 10 years ago when I could go to the gym for two weeks and suddenly be back into the best shape of my life with very minimal effort on my part. In fact, I think that a couple times I drove past a gym and actually felt myself losing body fat and my muscles bulge just a hair.

The current situation is just a hair different. I find myself having flashbacks of some ancient Medieval torture that I went through in an earlier life. Years ago I could hop on the ole tredymill or stationary bike and just go crazy for a good 45-60 minutes while reading a book, watching a movie, and doing my taxes. Now, after about minute 4, I'm sweating more liquid than I'd drank in the last month and find myself constantly looking down at the time counter on the eliptical machine cursing the makers of this machine of pain and all of their posterity.

Needless to say, I'm actually heavier than when I started a few months back and I'm not quite sure if any of my muscles are better off for the abuse.

I'd get started on the weight lifting but I find myself unable to type much since I just got back from the gym about 30 minutes ago. If you need me, I'll be the one asleep at my desk with the bottle of Advil in one hand.