So this young guy looks me in the eye and asks me this....I wonder why this might be a question worth asking at all; he mutters something about being in pretty good shape for a woman my age
( which he does not know yet, by the way...). I want to inform him that I'm in pretty good shape for a woman --or a boy-- his age....but I am not going to wield body or intellect as a weapon today; today I am feeling generous.
You need to know that in one of my lives I am a competitive body-builder, so being in shape is not something I do...it is something I am. I have been knocked off my schedule with my recent bouts of traveling, but not a week goes by that I don't do something intense and exhausting in the service of being in shape. As I age, it gets harder. I wish it weren't so.
Right now, writing this, I am so sore ....I feel it everywhere....I feel its unfairness! how can someone ( this someone would be me!!) train this long and then have just a few variations in equipment during two workouts cause this much soreness...there is no justice. Body-builders: so melodramatic.
Back to the young guy. I tell him my age. At first his face registers grudging respect; he has obviously been taking note of my workout this day. Then I see a look of , well, I can only call it
horror as he blurts out that omigod that makes me older than his mom. I give him a long, hard look and then .... I ask him about his mom.
After all, I 'm feeling generous.
( which he does not know yet, by the way...). I want to inform him that I'm in pretty good shape for a woman --or a boy-- his age....but I am not going to wield body or intellect as a weapon today; today I am feeling generous.
You need to know that in one of my lives I am a competitive body-builder, so being in shape is not something I do...it is something I am. I have been knocked off my schedule with my recent bouts of traveling, but not a week goes by that I don't do something intense and exhausting in the service of being in shape. As I age, it gets harder. I wish it weren't so.
Right now, writing this, I am so sore ....I feel it everywhere....I feel its unfairness! how can someone ( this someone would be me!!) train this long and then have just a few variations in equipment during two workouts cause this much soreness...there is no justice. Body-builders: so melodramatic.
Back to the young guy. I tell him my age. At first his face registers grudging respect; he has obviously been taking note of my workout this day. Then I see a look of , well, I can only call it
horror as he blurts out that omigod that makes me older than his mom. I give him a long, hard look and then .... I ask him about his mom.
After all, I 'm feeling generous.
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