Lately, I have had a great run of good health, with only cataract surgery interfering with my daily routine. I am not arrogant enough to think that I am doing anything to contribute to my good fortune, but I do walk most days. Yet, today I am feeling my age, for I have a backache that is cramping my style.
I can’t fathom what happened yesterday morning, but when I went to get up from the bed, I felt a pull, and I knew from experience that I was about to visit Painville. The back is such a fragile part of the body, and mine is even more so after two surgeries. But over the last year, it hasn’t given me so much trouble, allowing me to enjoy traveling.
But, today, as I sit in my massage chair, I am just waiting for the pain to subside. I don’t mean to gloss over the suffering, but it gets old to complain about the same things all the time. Also, I have discovered that the theme of many of my conversations with other 60-something women and men is our health.
Where I used to be neutral on disclosing tidbits about bodily functions, it seems today that it is required in all conversations of people who receive the AARP Magazine. In fact, last week, as I ran on the treadmill at our local gym, two of the 70-something men in the gym complimented me on how long I was running and at what speed.
So, no longer are the compliments about how sultry I am or my beauty, but on my endurance! Let me tell you that it is not the same, but I did appreciate that I was outdoing the guys. Thankfully, they cannot see me today, for there is nothing youthful about listing to the right and walking at a snail’s pace, hoping to be able to get up if you choose to sit down.
Even with the pain, I feel blessed that it is no worse and that I don’t need copious amounts of pain killers. I am glad that I can keep up some of my activities, such as writing three posts and practicing my Spanish lessons on Duolingo as I prepare for our next adventure. I am doubly blessed that the pain is now, and that I have about three weeks to heal before a nearly 20-hour travel day to Alicante, Spain.
More importantly, I am glad that my spirits are good. Earlier I was a little depressed, but decided that the words of 2 Corinthians 4:16 are true,”That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day.” Just looking forward to new escapades and new wanderings keeps my heart happy, regardless of what the body is enduring.
Wisdom does come with age, so feeling my age today isn’t such a bad thing, after all. I definitely am not the same as the young woman in my high school graduation picture, but I would not want to go backwards for all the tea in India.