You are the best. Honestly the very best. I think you may have broke Facebook because I can’t find all the thoughtful posts from my birthday. If I have not thanked you, I cannot get to the post.
But thank you. Really- tonight I am a giddy, overstimulated, tired, 51 year old swimming in birthday love. Your friendship is a delight.
Today was spent with Hubs doing one of the things we love the most- we skied a bluebird day in Colorado. Friends joined us, toasts were made, skies were clear, snow was great………
On the 51% of a century, I have many thoughts about today, you precious people. and the beauty of this life. But tonight I baste in birthday love like a big ol’ turkey. You all are the best. I delight in you.
I say that knowing I have a super-tolerant body. It’s not a bikini body by any means but I know my quads are strong. I trust that my heart will pound in protest but still get me up Vail pass. My knees? Well, they were good while they lasted.
I am also not a committed athlete….and I use the word athlete loosely. During marathon training, I found a glazed donut to be the perfect combination of carbs and fat.
Protien shake? Heck no! Jelly donut? Bring it.
I am the non-conforming worker-outer.
But I do know, I am better when I sweat. My head is clear when my heart beats fast.
As I get older, I appreciate this flawed, unperfect body even more.
And I as I get older, I realize, this body is getting older too.
Eight weeks ago I tore my bicep muscle. It was a dumb move. I was reaching for something on a shelf, slipped on a wood floor and grabbed the upper shelf with my right arm.
Holy MAMA. It hurt. And bruised. I could move my arm so knew it was a partial tear but I also knew it needed rest. Swimming was out for a while. It turned purple and ached at night…..in truth, this scared me a bit….
Because it was so dumb!
I hurt myself on a shelf. And I can’t help but think that 25 years ago, this would not have been an issue.
And today, some movements are still a little angry, but I went back to Orange Theory. I made have wept a bit as I watched my SPLAT points add up, as my heart rate rose and as the angst in my head turned into strokes on a bike.
I kissed my bicep as it moved through exercises with little protest.
Bicep- you’re a good muscle and I find delight in you. I will never take you for granted or reach beyond my means on slippery floors.
You only get one of these bodies. As I get older, I realize mine is just fine.
This evening was my first session as a horse leader at the Colorado Therapeutic Riding Center. I keep meaning to post of photo with my horsey friends but every time I show up at the Center, my head and hands are busy and the phone stays in my pocket- which might be another delight.
I’ve always loved horses but as I grow older, these beautiful animals are leaving a deeper impression on me; their personalities, the non-verbal communication, the need for me to be aware of my own space as I interact with them.
My gait needs to interact with theirs.
My eyes need to focus on where we want to go.
I need to be cognizant that this beastie next to me has its very own mind and opinion. It’s a delicate partnership.
And it’s all still new for me. Today I was so nervous I relied on help from other very generous volunteers.
But as the sunset over the mountains, I tucked my horse, Junior in for the night. As he ate his dinner, I thanked him for being such a good, patient horse on my first day. His tail swished as he munched.