Thursday, March 7, 2013

Falling Down

I'm reaching that magical age in a woman's life where the good ol' body doesn't bounce back the way it used to.  For example, losing weight isn't occurring at a speed I would prefer.  When I wake up, I tend to groan from the effort of moving my body.  When I fall down the stairs, I don't just walk it off anymore.

I did fall down the stairs  a weekend or two ago.  D got up with G so I got to sleep in a bit.  I rolled out of bed, groaned, washed up a bit, and headed to the landing at the top of the stairs.  Moose was there to meet me, tail whapping and butt wiggling with joy.  G was at the bottom of the stairs, also clearly excited to see me up.  I asked Moose to wait at the top of the stairs as I navigated the seemingly harmless staircase before me.  And some how between point A (Moose) and point B (Grace), I lost my footing and slipped half way down the stairs.  Moose followed me down, excited that I was trying out a new game.  G clapped.  I just laughed as I didn't have any apparent injuries.

No, all I needed to do is wait a day or two and then my body would remind me that I am not 20 years old anymore.  I managed to beat up both of my knees, more the right one than the left one.  And I'm so sore, so sore now.  I stand up and I groan.  I walk and I groan.  I sit and I groan.  My body did not appreciate the tumble, and now I self medicate with ibuprofen.  I've taken a sabbatical from my dear elliptical.  I'm extra careful hauling G up and down those stairs. 

I suppose I'm lucky that the extent of my injuries only include all over muscle soreness, two painful knees, and a smarting pride.  My back could have easily been the victim.

I just don't get why there needs to be a victim.  15 years ago, I fell out of my loft and had a sprained ankle for like a second.  When I was 12, I got thrown off of a snowmobile and skidded across the ice.  No lingering pains, no body parts in need of repair.  I just walked them off and didn't feel a thing.  I suppose that I was just feeling my age.  It's carefree to feel 12, 20.

Now?  I'm feeling my age.  Most days, it feels good.  But on the days where an errant sneeze tweaks my lower back, it hurts.  35 hurts.