Diapers and Dragons

Monday, October 5, 2009

This Old Gal, She Ain't What She Used To Be

Today I feel old.

Not mentally, really, just very physically. I'm just not as young as I used to be.

You see, I'm getting out and being active, which is good, but I'm also suffering the physical trauma (to be a little dramatic about it, surprise surprise) that comes along with being--well, out and active.

Friday night I did Halloweekend at Cedar Point, which meant four hours of crazy fun on rollercoasters that made me skip like a little girl (no, really--I even was made fun of for it, not that I cared) with hardly any line waiting. I think I added to my collection of bruises with all the lap restraints. And the tossing about (especially on the Maverick, which HOLY COW was fun but crazy!!!) did a number on my neck and shoulders. Then Saturday I managed to injure my shoulder somehow writing a story while sitting on some garage steps (hey, I was inspired: you don't dictate to the Muses when or where that's gonna happen, you know). And finally yesterday I went four-wheeling for the second time in my life, only on a real trail instead of in figure eights around a campground. It was, again, awesome, but I did take out a smallish tree and tweaked my lower back while trying to wrangle the machine back onto the trail.

I realized, however, that the vigorous workout regimen my kidlets have put me through for the last almost four years is what makes it even possible for me to consider wrangling an Off Road Vehicle, because my upper body strength was considerably lacking before then. Now I have GUNS, baby!

So I am now limping around like a gimpy old lady, wincing every time I bend over or sit down. I think I'll be giving my chiropractor a call this afternoon...

It is also monumentally unfair, though perfectly reasonable from a biological point of view, that Joe's nephew, who is all of fourteen years old, came away from his wild dirt bike rides without a single twinge.

And he made fun of me for running into trees. And for struggling with the clutch. It's her big issue, he reported. That and learning there's a reverse switch.

Teens. I swear. I can't even get away from them when I'm playing!

However, I still wear awesome shoes even when I'm decrepit. Here you go:


7 bits of love:

Arby said...

Injured your shoulder while writing? WHILE WRITING?

That must have been some serious writing.

Mocha Dad said...

Keep your mind sharp and you will always be young even if your body thinks otherwise. BTW, Those shoes are HAWT! Also, teenagers are jerks.

oreneta said...

Your heels however are lovely. I could never ever ever post a picture like that without a warning above it.

Draft Queen said...

When I get back from hot yoga tonight and I feel like I've been in a fight with rabid bears, I'll be sure to know your pain.

(My thighs are already sore from the weekend. Exercise.)

momZombie said...

Glad to hear you are out having fun and enjoying things. As they say: You play, you pay.

GingerB said...

You did NOT wear those shoes four wheelin', did you? Did you? OMG I will never be as cool as you, ever.

Beth said...

Good for you! I'm sorry about your aches and pains, but at least you're having a great time.

And you are such a style maven!
Me? I gave up wearing uncomfortable shoes when I had my first child. I just couldn't move fast enough in heels. And then I got used to being comfortable and couldn't bear to go back to suffering for beauty...

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