Last night I was running on the treadmill at the gym when a lady started running next to me. We eventually started chatting about what a shitastic job they (I don’t know who “they” is, but they suck) do on the closed captioning (they confuse the entire meaning of statements with the typos). Eventually we started discussing running and I learned that she was in her 70′s and had been running almost every day for close to 40 years. She then said something I found absolutely terrifying, “You have to do it most days of the week for the rest of your life or you’re not going to make it.”
What. WHAT!!! I honestly don’t think I ever thought about exercise over the course of a lifetime. I realize how absurd that sounds, but shit, I have to do this for possibly 50 more years?
I understand that the older you get the better care you have to take of your body, but I don’t know what I really thought about the fact that I would be getting older and that I would have to take care of my own body in similar fashion. I honestly think somewhere in my head I thought “Oh, I’ll exercise for a while, get in better shape, then I can go back to my lifestyle of 100% leisure 100% of the time.”
Ugh. This revelation is completely disturbing. I know that the my older relatives who have stayed mobile and worked to maintain their health and physical ability have a far better quality of life than those who don’t, but I honestly never thought about the fact that my body is going to get older and so much worse (in all the ways).
Then the line from my favorite novel, “East of Eden,” came flooding back to me: “No one who is young is ever going to be old…” I’M THAT PERSON. I’m going to get old. My arthritis is going to get worse. My body is going to cling to its fat stores more desperately. What if I waste it? What if I’m always alone? What if I’m 80 and all my friends realize what a huge jerk I actually am and leave me?!?! Damnit.
Then, I sat in my car and freaked out because it’s all just going to by so quickly and one day I will be 80 (I hope) and then what!?! I eventually talked myself down and realized that I have to make more of an effort to take care of myself. So, I’m going to start by focusing on making healthy choices during the week (not all the things all the time):
And limiting drinking to weekends and in mostly reasonable quantities.
It’s too early to give up pizza and beer, but I could certainly stand to have less of it. I just honestly dread the thought of exercising for all eternity. I’m always fine with my choice to do it after I’ve completed it, but it takes so much to convince myself to go to the gym for an hour when I could be reading instead. It’s a hard and illogical sale. Cely, you could read and be 100% happy, or you could go sweat and be miserably hot for an hour with strangers. Let me think…. Oh well. I guess I just need to get over it. There’s a long road ahead. There was a point in time when I didn’t have to wake up and go to work all day every weekday, but I somehow manage to make myself do it over and over again. So, I guess I will just have to apply the same philosophy here. It’s a necessary evil.
I hope you enjoyed all of my Scarlett gifs as I am still deep into GWTW. I like to take my time reading it and really just soak up all of that crazy goodness. Also, I found this which has given me endless glee:
In summation, I’m going to get old one day (hopefully) and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Did you know that you might too?? I feel like I need a red Corvette and a 24-year-old boyfriend named Seth or Ethan.