English: Evidence of Logging. The photograph shows the main track through the woods on Houghton Moor (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I know I should channel my annoyances at my aging body into wonderfully articulate and cantankerous rants, but I am not sure I am ready for that. As if I need any more of this getting old stuff. We went camping this weekend for my 12 year olds birthday. Man oh man, I felt old.
Let’s just say that this trip I was glad to have a mattress to sleep on in the tent trailer.
I was glad to sleep in until 9 AM on 2 of the 3 days.
I went to bed before midnight.
I couldn’t get up the hill without falling and messing up my knee. Well, I probably would have done that anyway.
So here I sit. I feel like an old man when I move. I am slow to get going and tired all of the time. My body is betraying me.
But then, in my mind, I feel like a 14 year old kid who is going to be in trouble all of the time. There is not the place where I feel like the 38 year old man that I should be, well am in reality.
When do you actually start to feel the age you are? Where do you feel like the adult you should feel like?
Hell I have 4 kids, the oldest just turned 12. I shouldn’t feel like I am barely older than her. But I do.
Maybe I am just tired and the constant stream of caffeine is eroding my psyche, maybe I need a therapist. Maybe I need a big jug of rum.
Whatever shall I do…..I want to end up similar to Ralph, retired and cantankerous, living life how it comes, but right now, I am going to lose my mind and be running around the nursing home in a loincloth, waving my cane and flashing the old ladies. Ahhh Dementia….you minx you. When will you visit?
Anyway, what think you all? I want some constructive information on what to do, or you can just go and jump off the short pier.
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Justin,
The first thing you do is QWITCHURBELYACHING! Nobody cares – and even if they did, you don’t want them feeling sorry for you. You are a mere baby and, God willing, there is a long trail ahead of you so shut up, take an aspirin and keep on truckin’.
This reminds me of a time- long years ago- when I was trying to get close to my number one son. He was 11 or 12 at the time so even then so I was older than you but I decided to take him on a hike up Mt. Whitney which is, I think the highest peak in California even though it is walkable. We did it in a day and returned to camp with no real problem other than exhaustion. It was the next day that I discovered that I couldn’t move. Every bone in my body ached and every muscle was stiff and sore.
I wish I could say that that experience was great for bonding with my son but, alas, within a year he stopped speaking to me for the six years he continued to live with us.
There isn’t any moral here that I can see except, of course, QWITCHURBELYACHING! and keep on truckin’. You haven’t failed until you say so.
The most amazing thing in our body is that it can be trained and it learns pretty fast so you only need some willpower if you wouldn’t feel old. My son is 12, too, and sometimes, we jog together;)
Thanks for that, I just need to get my whole attitude changed. hopefully that is finally happening now.
Lucky for you! Your attitude is about the only thing in life you can control.