There is something I have learned since turning 30 (well for the past year); my body is not like it used to be. I am sore when I barely walk, I have to (and I mean have to) have at least 4 pillows to sleep with, and everything I eat and drink does not process like it used to. What I am getting at is, I am getting old and I do not like it. For the past month, I have been going to physical therapy and using a heating pad because of all the things I put my body through when I was in the army. I wake up dehydrated, nose stuffed beyond belief, and stiff as all get out and once my feet hit the floor it is a series of cracks and pops that do not stop until I get into bed at night. I have to lie on my bed with my legs elevated because of the insane hip and back pain I am experiencing at all hours. I can barely stand on days when my pain is non-stop. I never thought at 30 I would be in this much pain. It is kind of scary.
Yeah, I am complaining about getting old. Getting old for me is getting kind of scary. The thought that I could have serious health problems by the age of 40 is insane and it scares me. Weirdly enough I want to barrel through it and make sure I live my life the way I want to. I want to be able to hike up a mountain, ride a bike down the street, or just go on a walk through the park without having to pop pain pills, ice down my knees at the end of the day, and hope to god I do not need a hip replacement at 40.
I used to be able to run, lift weights, play football, wear heels, and a myriad of other things. I miss those days. Do not get me wrong I was never a star athlete, but I was able to stretch and touch my toes without it causing me insane pain. When my physical therapist said I could not do Crossfit anymore, I was heartbroken (and I still am). It was the only time that I felt like I was working towards a goal and seeing results. Of course, during my last stint of doing the sport, I saw what overworking does to the body. I had to take extended amounts of time off when I hurt something or felt extremely sore. He did say I could use the weight machines, which is great, but when you are used to feeling the iron in your grip, you kind of want to skip it altogether.
They are not kidding you when they say the military tears you down. Especially if you are wearing gear for hours on end because that kind of weight compounds itself on your spine, hips, knees, and everywhere else.
The great news is I do not have arthritis…yet.
So, for now, I am going to stretch, wear comfy shoes, and consume more water than ever because something has to give and it will not be me.
Stay lovely (and stretchy)!