Life is just one damned thing after another.
Elbert Hubbard (1856 – 1915) is credited with this quote. That’s a pretty pessimistic outlook for my Pollyanna mindset, but I am beginning to believe that a twist on this quote is very accurate:
Aging is just one damned thing after another.
Don’t get me wrong – overall I’m pretty happy with how I’m aging and what I’m doing to stay as youthful as possible, but, as I’ve said before, the body doesn’t always cooperate with my plans. As I wrote in my last entry, my foot problems seem to be abating. Then, Saturday, I went for a three-mile run and ran better than I have ever run in my life. Afterwards – foot problems. Not to worry, ice, heat and stretching had the inflammation calmed down by the next day. However, the pain of walking gingerly the rest of the day on Saturday apparently caused me to tweak my hip. Yesterday, I went out for my scheduled run, excited to see if I would be the gazelle I felt like on Saturday, only to find that I couldn’t run at all. I used to have knee pain, then I had foot pain, now I have hip pain. What gives?
What gives is that I’m no longer a youngster. The foot bone is still connected to the leg bone and so on, but in between there are all these tendons, ligaments and muscles that aren’t as young as they used to be and they like to flare up at what I consider the slightest provocation. I’m not giving into the one damned thing after another mindset, though, so today I carefully stretched my hip and I’ll let it rest for a day or two, but sore knees, feet or hips be damned. I will be running again soon.