I was truly horrified, as I blogged about, to experience my body as so leaden, sodden, heavy as it was last week when I tried to run a few yards up a trail at a state park. It was not horror arising from vanity but from fear of my future. I always said I want to die with my toes on! I’d never felt gravity so forcefully before, and it was clearly a matter of my age + mass + inactivity.
Plus, a couple people have told me that they or their partner “became old” at sixty-four, almost suddenly—and at sixty-three, that now makes sense to me. (It had seemed ridiculously early to me before.)
I’m glad I hadn’t deleted the YouTube channel about aging that I’d started a few weeks ago but hadn’t maintained. It gives me a way, a place, to talk to myself. And while it doesn’t (and may never) get many views, I want to put it out there, to represent my people—fellow (or potential?) aging puddings. 😆❤️ In an honest, unadorned, uncool way—no “chic ‘n’ silver”vibes!
So I stopped on my walk today and recorded “Out of Shape at 63…Taking a walk”. Link here:
youtu.be/rHfjRV2naXM?si=pqK_9tj54tJgdxq_
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