Aging not gracefully

When I turned 40, I don't recall feeling older. I was in pretty good shape; I ran semi-regularly (I think!). I was still swimming and doing Zumba. But I was not working full time then, so I could be at the top of my physical game. I gave up my pool membership and Zumba mid-afternoon class once I went back to work, and I run only sporadically now, mostly because I am lazy but partially because my body fights me more often than not when I attempt to.

Ah, that body of mine. As I sit here and type this, I am feeling a slight pain in my left heel. It started over the weekend, and has caused me to limp since then. Today I finally called a podiatrist. But unfortunately they can't see me for 2 weeks. Back in October I had a similar pain in my right foot. By the time my appointment rolled around (actually about 2 weeks prior), the pain went away, so I canceled. Why spend the $40 specialist copay? The hub blames it on running. I don't know. I was never a hard-core runner. At the height of my running, I ran about 3 days a week, between 1 and 4 miles each time. I started to run again this year, but never more than once a week; I probably averaged 2-3 runs a month. I walk the dog most days, and I do get a little jog in every now and again, but we are talking a minute at a time. I might have to blame this heel issue on my running down our street in boots. Or just wearing these boots in general nearly every day for the past 2 weeks. Our office is cold, and those warm boots feel good, but they are probably not meant to be worn for 10 hours at a time.

When I woke up this morning, along with my heel pain, I felt a pain in my back. Four Advil later, it is not nearly as bad, but still is not great. Have I mentioned how much I like 46?

After a year on B12, my memory still is shaky at best. But at least the tingling and numbness in my arms/hands went away, so there is that.

And I hardly get the headaches I used to get pretty frequently the first year at my job.

And my biopsy last summer was negative.

And my risk of stroke and heart attack is low (and my heart murmur is just a "thing").

And even though I don't sleep well several days a week, I function quite well on what I do get (usually).

And I can still walk fast and practically forever (just not this week).

Maybe 46 is not as awful as I thought. And with my memory, I will likely forget all the crappy things, aches and pains pretty quickly, so it can't be all that bad.

Bright side! Now back to those (not) resolutions.


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