reintroduction
Every day, I wake up with a little more stiffness than the day before. It's difficult for me to remember a time when I passed a morning without my neck or spine singing the protest of the positions I'd found for approximately eight hours of 'healthy' sleep. Some days there will be a heaviness in my bones, the physical embodiment of thunder before lightning, and I know that it's bound to rain.
I go for a run in the mornings. Well, I like to call it a run, anyway. Most of the time it alternates between sprints and my sorry excuse for Power Walking. I always assumed that the pedestrian was supposed to be meek and complacent, so I am of the opinion that the walk is not meant to hold such great power. I prefer to disguise my reserves, cheers. One never knows when one will be attacked by a dog on a jaunt out, and trust me, one wants to be prepared to get one's arse out of such a situation as fast as possible. When I was twenty, chances are I would've tried to get into a fistfight with Fido. Oh, how times have changed.
You spend your twenties doing your best to make sure that you're not going to live to see your thirties. Your thirties can be a gigantic panic attack over wasting your twenties and the impending doom that is your forties. Once you're at forty, however, you've got a lot ahead of you. The aches and pains are just side effects you probably would've felt earlier on had you not been so pissed, and if you hadn't been so pissed, chances are you wouldn't have to endure such weird pains in areas you didn't know felt such things at random hours of the night. The aches, the fight to have energy, the hot flashes and night sweats...I think they're ultimately worth their weight in gold. At my age, I'm more than well aware that I'm mortal, but there's never a day that I can forget that. And because of that, I have a profound appreciation for everything around me.
I want to come to appreciate all of you again. Catch me up on things, would you?
I go for a run in the mornings. Well, I like to call it a run, anyway. Most of the time it alternates between sprints and my sorry excuse for Power Walking. I always assumed that the pedestrian was supposed to be meek and complacent, so I am of the opinion that the walk is not meant to hold such great power. I prefer to disguise my reserves, cheers. One never knows when one will be attacked by a dog on a jaunt out, and trust me, one wants to be prepared to get one's arse out of such a situation as fast as possible. When I was twenty, chances are I would've tried to get into a fistfight with Fido. Oh, how times have changed.
You spend your twenties doing your best to make sure that you're not going to live to see your thirties. Your thirties can be a gigantic panic attack over wasting your twenties and the impending doom that is your forties. Once you're at forty, however, you've got a lot ahead of you. The aches and pains are just side effects you probably would've felt earlier on had you not been so pissed, and if you hadn't been so pissed, chances are you wouldn't have to endure such weird pains in areas you didn't know felt such things at random hours of the night. The aches, the fight to have energy, the hot flashes and night sweats...I think they're ultimately worth their weight in gold. At my age, I'm more than well aware that I'm mortal, but there's never a day that I can forget that. And because of that, I have a profound appreciation for everything around me.
I want to come to appreciate all of you again. Catch me up on things, would you?