Blogging from A to Z: Old

Is old really a destination? My gray hair is a sure sign I am growing old. Another one is the fact I am more likely to be mistaken for the senior citizens discount than be carded buying alcohol. Wow, I'm growing older but I'm not that old yet.

I've reached that point in my life I can't do the things I used to do. I blame it on age but in truth it is I'm not in the shape I used to be in. I keep saying I am going to get that back. Sure, I am as soon as I loose the extra pounds I'm carrying around my mid section.

My dad gave me the advice to never grow old! Received it too late as I was already half way there. I have reached the point in my life when my parents get another health issue I start to think that is another thing I get to look forward too. Unfortunately it scares me!

I see my Mom fighting the things she is going through. I see the damage the treatments have done. I see the things she is fighting keep coming back for another round. I admire my Mother's fight. I wouldn't expect less from her. She is headstrong, determined, stubborn and that's my mom. The fight has left her older still.

These things often are hereditary.  Chances are good I will have a serious health issue I will have to fight as I grow older. Makes me think how much am I willing to fight these things when they come around? Is growing old or older just coming to grip with one's mortality?

Is becoming old watching cars that were cool in your day become antiques? Is becoming old realizing stadiums you watched events in are no longer there? Is becoming old listening songs from your youth being played on the oldies station?


I know I have a lot more living left to do. I'm hoping to enjoy life. However, the journey to old does go through some scary destinations.

A to Z: Young, Youth

Nothing will demonstrate how old or out of shape you are then playing a gme of tag with a six year old in the park. My out of shape, graying haired, 40 something body doesn't have the energy to keep up. My joints don't take the impacts of jumping off playground equipment like it used too. The short sprints leave me gasping for air like I was a chain smoker.

Yes, I know my daughter is growing and I am weakening. Picking her up and pushing her isn't as easy as it used to be. Some of it is my own darn fault, some of it is people get to busy to go to the gym, the cost of doing the activities you want to do is too much. We all have excuses.Not saying they are not legit. It is just part of life, once you stop doing physical things it is easy for your body to "rust."

Yes my youthful days might be behind me but I have a youthful heart. My bodsy might be closer to old than young but I 'm not done. I still give it a try. I am a lucky man to be able to play with my daughter. So, if you are in a park and you see a grizzly, middle age man, weezing as he chases a little girl around it might just be me. I suppose it is good for me. Running, jumping, shocking my body (which is saying "What the heck are you doing? You know you aren't young anymore) is all worth it. I just wish my daughter would share some of that energy she has with me. Since the bottom line is my daughter is happy, we are having fun, and I am spending time we can both cherrish before it slips away.