It's time for the mind to catch up with the body a little, I think.
I may be 40 years old now, but my mind would like to beg to differ. Mentally, I'm still in my 20s. (My husband might argue this though, seeing that I can be somewhat forgetful at times.) In any case, I still feel like I can do whatever I want to do, and I often forget that even though I might feel like I can keep up with someone half my age, the reality is I am living in a 40yr old's body.
A few weeks ago, I climbed on to our new trampoline we bought recently for the boys to give it a bit of a whirl myself, and I thought nothing of it. Sure, I hadn't jumped on one since I was about, let's see, 17, but I figured it'd be like riding a bike. A cinch. Anyway, I started bouncing and something happened instantly: I needed to wee. BIG time. Before that moment when I made my first jump, I didn't feel in the slightest bit that I needed to use the little ladies room.
'Of course,' I thought. 'I've given birth to three children. Duh.'
I gave birth naturally (actually, I usually refer to it as the 'v' word rather than 'naturally' - but I just can't seem to bring myself to write that on my blog. Sorry!) to all my three boys. When the midwife measured my 8yr old's head after his birth, the first thing she said was, "WHOA! We've hit the top end of the scale here." Great. My 3yr old was a big-ish baby. After his birth, the OB/Gyn said, "Get this kid on the scales. I want to see how much he weighs!" 4.46 kilos was the weight. That's 9 pounds, 13 ounces in old terms. Let's just say that when pushing him out, I burst a bunch of blood vessels in my face doing so, and felt like my head was going to explode with the intensity of each push. Nice.
So is it any wonder that when I started jumping I needed to head to the bathroom promptly? Not to mention that my neck started to play up just after I hopped off the trampoline - to make my way to the conveniences - from all the jolting movements I hadn't experienced in so long.
You would think this would be a little warning that I'm probably just not able to do the things I used to do over 20 years ago, right? Of course. Any sane and sensible person would think so.
So, why on earth did I decide the other day that it would be a great idea to try - of all things - a hand stand in my kitchen? Yes, you read that correctly. A hand stand, people! What the hell was I thinking?
I didn't even get my legs the whole way up before I felt the pull in my back and neck and the extra weight on my arms that I just didn't have when I was a 10 year old in my calisthenics class back in the 70s.
I don't want to get to 40 and think: 'That's it. Life's over. It's all downhill from here,' because I just don't believe that. My Dad, for example, has always kept very physically active, and is only just now starting to slow down at the age of 85. I don't want to suddenly stop using my body. Of course not. But I think it's time I took note of my limitations. And maybe finally book in to that yoga class I've been talking about doing for so long now and get a little more flexible again, huh?
Anything else you think I should avoid?
How about you? What have you found you just can't do as the years have gone by? Even if you're in your 20s - is there anything you used to do as a kid you wish you could do now, but can't?