Oy...too old for push ups...bras or otherwise...

I in my infinite wisdom decided to hire myself a fitness trainer.  Life after 40 certainly is not forgiving when it comes to our bodies.  I laughed when I heard my father say once "that he knew he was over the hill because his chest fell into his drawers." I also heard a quote from a wise woman who said "that she may be over the hill but its better to be over it than under it".   I joined a gym, and have started 'boot camp', I can honestly say, I am finding myself doing things, I never thought possible.  I managed to do 2 sets of 20 push ups, sit ups, assisted pull ups, you name it I was doing it.  I was sweating like a faucet and there was no perspiration just good ol sweat.  I am on the floor worshiping the mat, as I look up and see all these buff men, and i am huffing and puffing.  Why is it there are mirrors at every turn.  I was introduced the to the weight machines.  The last time I used a weight machine I was in college and that was twenty years ago.  Where in the world are the pins and pully's???  These machines look like torcher devices.  I now understood, why senior citizens are so afraid of technology.  I survived, but honestly I am so sore.  I am still wearing a softcast brace on my ankle and so I have not been able to run.  I started to walk on the treadmill at about 4.5 for about ten minutes.  I was not told that if I hit stop I would go reeling backwards because my body was not prepared to stop.  I am smart, but I was dumb in that moment.  I sat on the floor aside the treadmill as the trainer came running to my aid.  I stood up and limped to the bench where I sat, sweating profusely, and my hair was a wreck, I looked awful.  Where is sexy now??? I just sat on that bench looking in the mirror, and asked myself, why I am paying for this?  I realize that I am taking time for me. 

I love to write, travel and laugh.  I am learning today that I am becoming a woman again.  I will always be my role, a wife, mother, friend, and survivor.  I learned today, I am not defined by my roles.  So, as I feel like two ton tessie without a clue in that gym, I am learning.  I'm redefining my life as I have known it. 

In the coming weeks I will be returning to Walt Disney World, and I will be bringing two of my dearest friends.  We met as we were receiving our chemo/radiation treatments at Piedmont Hospital and they will see Disney World for the very first time.  They are 72 and 65 and though they are old enough to be my mothers, we are bonded together in love and have conquered and overcome many obstacles. 
My role as a Walt Disney World Mom's panelist along with my many trips to the parks, will allow me to navigate with them with a great deal of ease.  I will probably write about our Golden Girl adventures. 

 

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