They say that the mind is the second thing that goes when you get older. I don’t remember what the first thing is/was. Or who THEY were, for that matter.
There have been times when I felt the distinct ‘click!’ of my age kicking-in. I remember a company softball game when I was twenty-eight, where I was able to run all over the place fielding balls. I remember the softball game the very next year when I could hardly run at all, and I threw my back out leaning over the hood of my car after practice. Yep, something definitely happened between twenty-eight and twenty-nine.
Mostly, though, age creeps up on me. A different company event – a picnic in a park. We were playing sand volleyball, and as the ball floated toward me, I leapt the way that my muscles remembered I needed to to reach the ball, but somehow, every single time I came up far short of where I remembered.
Not that I actually RUN, but when I try now, it’s a far cry from what I remember it feeling like, and less effective than a brisk walk. There’s a lack of physical ability there, as muscles lose mass and elasticity, but there’s also an overall lack of ENERGY. I find myself dreading annual activities (like climbing on the roof to put our Halloween scarecrow up, for instance) – starting to feel like too much effort.
Here lately, my ability to eat anything I want has ended (it’s just as well that I no longer have to defend my Taco-Eating Championship – four years running, but that last year my dominance in the field was measurably declined.) Now I can expect pizza (one of my major food groups) to not sit well, and even 1 or 2 pieces (I used to eat the whole pie) will make me wish I had an antacid (no – Tums are NOT the fountain of youth
I had felt on the inside like I’m still in my twenties, while on the outside my hair turned silver and the spots started appearing on my skin. I think it was last year that I realized that my inner feeling had left my twenties, and was closer to my fifties (still a decade below my calendar age, but nothing to celebrate.)
Life is a fight against entropy, and aging is an endurance event, not a sprint – except there is no pacing. You have to move as fast as you can for as long as you can, because there IS NO SAVING YOURSELF for that last lap – you will always finish the end slower than you began.
My next ePublication is “Breathing is Overrated”, one of my three Writers of the Future Honorable Mentions. Here’s the blurb:
Left to die in the abyss of space, Jansen finds something to live for – or it finds him. “Breathing is Overrated” is a speculative fiction short story with a touch of light horror…
“Breathing is Overrated” is available for preorder at several online retailers, including, but not limited to:
(Did I mention that this one earned an Honorable Mention in the Writers of the Future contest? Just saying…)
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