While this blog is titled "The Journey To Be The Athlete That Still Exists In My Head", I really don't have any expectations or aspirations of being the athlete from my younger days. There are moments when I am doing something, like shooting hoops out front, that I actually feel quite young again. But, then there are days like today where the reality of my age promptly reminds me that I will never be that young man again.
Yesterday was a great day. It started with my morning swim of 30 minutes. In the evening, Lori, my sister Rita, and I went on a brisk hour long walk. We came home and immediatley took off for the club. I wanted to still get my heart rate up so I walked on the treadmill for another 27 minutes. I followed that up with about 20 minutes on the weights... and it just so happened that it was leg night. When we got home, Lori asked if I wanted to do the yoga DVD that we got with our yoga mats. A 20 minute yoga routine later and my day o' fun was finally complete.
I fell asleep easily... and I will add extremely contently! This morning was a different story. I struggled to get up to go for my swim for the first time in three weeks. As I walked to grab my suit and get ready, every joint in my body ached and creaked and I moved slowly and gingerly across the room. My 45 year old body was not as content as my new 20 year old mind. I was sore. I was tired. I may eventually get close to my high school weight. But, I realized today that I will never feel as good as I did back then. I apologize to my old body for yesterday's punishment. But, I make no promises that it won't happen again... and often.
I still managed to make it to the pool this morning. I stretched a little longer. I took a little longer to jump in the water. But, when I was done with my 30 minutes, all of my pain was forgotten. Here's to remembering that just because I want to be 20 doesn't make it so...