I’ve noticed that I seem to be walking a lot faster these days. Granted, I’m not schlepping around an extra 120 pounds anymore, but still it’s faster than Vicki’s seen me move in many years. And, my knees are keeping up – we’re over a week since the injections, and they still feel good. The water aerobics have something to do with that, I would guess…
I finally hit on a phrase to describe how I’m feeling these days: “I’m finally able to go as fast on the outside as my inside always wanted to.” Pretty cool.
The other thing that occurred to me today – I’ve always assumed that Vicki would live longer than me. After all, her grandparents are 96 and 99. (whoa) Her mom, in her 70’s, doesn’t move a whole lot slower than she did in her 40’s. Or her 30’s for that matter. My family, on the other hand, doesn’t have a great track record for being around long. My grandma lived into her 80’s, Mom died at 69, my Dad in his 50’s, and there’s a bunch of stuff on my dad’s side that lends to ending life earlier.
Then, a thought came to me – I’m making some pretty drastic health changes in my life, earlier than anyone else in my family. I mean, I’m taking some pretty big steps toward fitness in my mid 40’s. (46 next month, to be specific) One can only wonder what kind of impact that will have on the years to come.
Granted, the whole thing lies in the Father’s hands. He holds the number of our days, and I thank Him for each one that comes. But, what Vicki said at her grandparent’s 75th anniversary about “wanting to give them a run for their money” doesn’t seem quite as absurd as it did a year ago. 🙂
As my friend Hannah says often, “Good times.” 😀