My shoulder hurts. It's been hurting since last thursday. I remember when pain would only last a day or two but now it's been almost a week and constant massage has not been as helpful as it's been enjoyable. The knots are slowly working themselves out but it seems that I am going to have to wait until they do it at their pace, not mine. Is that what it mean to get older finally? Accepting that your body is changing its way of being?
My official one year goal is to be leaner and stronger than I am now, and age has not really occurred to me. I will not abuse my body in this process as I have learned that I need to be more like a supportive mother than a drill sargeant with it-it rebels. But this week it is not co-operating. It wants to have heat and stillness. I push it as far as I think I can get away with-not too much, but a bit more. Some things just take longer now, but I do believe it is quite possible to be stronger at 42 than I was at 22. I hope so.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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http://www.stumptuous.com/old-broads-the-golden-years-of-pumping-iron
that's us fer sure. grannies in bikinis...
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