Lucky Girl




So, it's like this, guys. I'm old, decrepit, and feeble. And yet, it kind of feels good to hurt, if you know what I  mean.

Do you? Or am I just fumbling along, trying to make sense of my feelings again?

What I mean, I think, is that, despite my sore muscles from my Fitness Till Death class, and my newest class -- Lab -- whereby we get to lift each other off the floor and simultaneously rip our pants from fore to aft, I'm loving the pain, the feeling of muscles regenerating, the knowledge that my body (and mind) are getting stronger with every day.

Trying to remain positive, y'all. Bear with me.

On another positive note, I had a birthday yesterday. Yeah. Just in case I didn't already realize I was old, now I'm older.

Despite that unfortunate fact, I had a wonderful day, as always. Mr. Handsome and the kids have "The Knack" and somehow just know how to make my day perfect. Em had stayed up late Saturday to put up decorations



and she made my birthday cake




and it was good.

I also had to spend the better part of MY day studying, and doing a couple of tests that actually took WAAAY longer than I expected. As in, hours longer. Yay school.

So, today's a new day, and I once again drag my sorry and baggy ass out of bed to groan softly to myself as I try to move stiffened joints and painful muscles, and remember that I am so very lucky in every way imaginable.

Comments

Unknown said…
Happy birthday!

And hang in there on the gym thing... my daughter started a boot camp type thing and said she's almot died the first few weeks but wow, does she ever look good!
September 13, 2010 at 9:31 AM
meleah rebeccah said…
Happy birthday Mary! And yes, I know what you mean about the HURT feeling good because it means your body is getting into shape!
September 13, 2010 at 10:37 AM
ReformingGeek said…
So the happiness made your boob sparkle?

Hee Hee.

I'm glad you had a good day.
September 13, 2010 at 7:49 PM
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