I’m sipping my coffee (with Coconut Creamer…mmm) contemplating what 38 feels like. It’s not that much different than yesterday at 37. I do love to think about when I was younger (MUCH younger) and reflect on what I thought 38 would feel like. I remember that it seemed so old. I still remember my SIL turning 25 and thinking WOW! I will NEVER be that old. Um, ahem. Guess I was wrong.

I do have a bit of trepidation about getting REALLY old. I’m talking the barely able to get out of bed, wearing diapers again, old. I don’t want to be sickly and achy and talking about my bathroom habits to strangers. Oh, and have a row of pills as long as my arm to take everyday.

This is why I do what I do. I want my body to function long into my gray years. They have already started, so I have to catch up. I need to have fun with my grandkids. This why I do what I do. I was given this amazing machine to use for awhile and while I push myself because I’m always shocked that a 125# person could actually lift their body weight, I want to continue to move long after I’ve given up typing blogs and when I forget how old I am.

Have a great day!

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