Do you remember the days when you were in your early 20's and could get up and work your butt off all day and feel good about the accomplishments you've made? Your "to-do" or "honey-do" list got shorter by a couple items and the 12-14 hours of hard work (labor intensive) felt good.
Your muscle tight in a good way - your shoulders feeling stronger from all the furniture you lifted and moved or the yard work you did. The tense stomach muscles and burning calf muscles....ahhh, what a great feeling! You think - "today I was as fit as an athlete."
In your 30's the muscles twinge a bit - but it still felt good and the beautiful ending was when you stepped back to look and what you had done - and thought to yourself "man that is beautiful - I did good!"
The 40's, mid-life - you still think you are 20 and you are going to prove that you can keep up with your 20+ year old kids - and you do - but it doesn't come without the bumps and bruises and a little ben-gay.
Once you hit your 50's - you think to yourself - "I am going to re-arrange the furniture all through the house." Yeah, you are going to put that desk in the living room so when watching TV and see one of those neat web sites you can jump over to the computer and look it up. But, ya know that desk doesn't match the furniture in the living room. No big deal - we'll just paint the desk to match. And by the way, wouldn't that book shelf look awesome in the study. We'll stain that to match that furniture too! Well - I think you get where I'm going with this. It's been 12 hours of stooping, standing, on the knees, up and down out of the floor - and your body has said "QUIT THIS YOU MORON!" It's yelling in your ear and you are thinking - just one more thing and I'll quit. 2 hours later your knees and ankles start to protest - they hit the picket line and swear to drop you on your butt if you don't stop now — you finally listen — quietly sitting on the floor, you look around to see what you accomplished. You start to move to get up - that picket line was getting fuller by the minute - you try to persuade your body to move - you can't so you whisper in the dogs ear to go get help - you've fallen and can't get up!!!
Welcome to my day. Where's the medic alert thinky when you need it!
As Forrest Gump said: "That's all I have to say about that"
Until next post - Sweet Dreams...