I was watching the Olympics the other day and was surprised to find out how many "older" participants there are. Upon this realization, I decided I could be in the Olympics, if of course I excelled in a sport and was in much better shape. I ran the idea past James, and I have his total support...by support I mean he said "Sure honey". I have ran a mile a few times in my life (a "brisk" walk, counts right?), and with all the chasing around I do on a daily basis I think I could get the necessary conditioning for something track and field related. I make multiple trips up and down the stairs, skipping several steps to reduce my travel time...hurdles maybe?
OK maybe I couldn't be in the Olympics...but I do feel like my life is a work out, and frankly the results are nothing to brag about....no six pack here, just a "soft" belly as my children lovingly refer to it as.
I carry around a 32 lb weight for several hours a day (I also give the weight kisses and snuggles...weird?), I do about 100 squats a day grabbing trash, tying shoes and getting down to "their level", planks are commonly performed in the living room - looking under the couch for my keys, the remote control, shoes or the lollipop that was in someones hand 30 seconds prior and magically vanished. My arm routine is a mix of exercises called folding, washing, and hand waving. I use both hands for waving depending on the offense and if my other hand is full. For example if its during dinner and the children are being rude I may have a cup or fork in one hand, so the free hand waves in the air followed by a heavy sigh and the statement "chew with your mouth closed!" If its during lunch time, a meal that I don't usually get to eat, and the same behavior were displayed I would waive both hands and say "use your manners!"
I also engage in a lot of sprinting from my van through the garage up the stairs, back down the stairs, into the living room and then back to the van...to find my phone that of course is used by my 2 year old who has nothing to play with...poor kid.
I have ninja moves with cat like reflexes to catch anything or anyone that may be falling, slipping or contemplating an escape.
I just recently discovered that my dishwasher doesn't take 6 hours to run, a quick and determined short person has been re-running it, so my most recent exercise is a timed activity, called dash and unload.
My diet is extremely strict sometimes none existent depending on the length of my exercising. If its a long day full of sprinting, squatting, arm routine, and ninja moves, I may not have time to eat. Other days though...well lets just say that a $5 pizza is hard to turn down.
So I may never have that amazing body that I swear I have when my clothes are on but disappears when I get in the shower, but I would say I am in pretty good shape.
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When I was younger I wished never never land was a real place. I wanted to stay care free forever, doing things that are only acceptably done by a child. I was terrified of "growing up". Maybe it was because I had an exciting childhood, or because I was the youngest of 4 children. Whatever the reason, I always hated gaining another year.
Holidays lose that sparkle after a certain age, it’s not as "cool" to talk about an over sized bunny or actually believe that reindeer fly. Dolls that once knew all of your secrets and were taken care of almost as well as a real child begin to collect dust under your bed. Imaginary friends disappear…creativity fades. Trees are now meant for shade instead of climbing, and rocks stay on the ground instead of in your pocket.
Friends become enemies and adults that used to be your heroes soon disappoint you. Your blinders slowly slip away and the world is an ugly place. Everything that made sense to you is blurry now and you are forced to be brave.
That was the hard part of growing up.
When you actually become an adult, those things come back. You realize who you are and what parts of your life are important. Painting with your fingers sounds appealing again and nature is appreciated instead of wasted. One friend is better than a hundred, and relationships are exactly what you make of them. "Cool" only exists in your own mind, and there is no one to impress anymore. Music sounds better, food is appreciated more, and art is in everything you see. Laughing is better than drinking, talking is better than kissing… living is better than sleeping .
I’m growing up, and loving it. Things are still challenging and sometimes I’m scared but I’m excited to see where my path will lead me. A far away land full of hundred year old "children" doesn’t sound as exciting as it used to. Knowing that it’s OK to be who you are at any age is the key to a happy adulthood.
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