So anyway, I finally hit the gym again this week, with the earnest intention of resuming my regular routine. Of course I threw myself right into a workout, but at a "light" intensity, something that would have been little more than a warm-up for me last year.
Two days later, I'm still hurting.
And boy can I feel it, the fact that I don't just recover and heal as quickly as I did when I was younger. Just like I don't bounce up off the mats after being thrown as quickly as I once did. I swear, gravity increases with age.
Aging kind of sucks. :\
And yet, whining aside, I'm still in better shape than most guys my age. Or for that matter, a fair number of guys half my age. I am definitely in better shape now than I was when I was younger. Aside from, you know, being older.
Youth is wasted on the young. :P
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Fuck. Time machines. Where are they when you need one?!
Youth is wasted on the young. :P
Yes, it is. I'm 23 and constantly worrying about whether I'm acting old enough/in the right place for my age instead of just rolling with it like I probably should.
I lost 30 pounds (most of it from muscle atrophy) in a month. Rebuilding to a point where I could walk up stairs again took about six months. Rebuilding to where I could *run* took two years. And I don't really even like running, but if once I *couldn't* run without my legs collapsing it became much more desirable.
Now I can bench 90 pounds, run 5km without training, and swim for an hour without thinking about it too much.
Growing old *SO* doesn't suck. The alternative is much less attractive.
Edited at 2013-03-21 01:41 am (UTC)