I'm sitting down at night again to write this, and it seriously feels like I was just here. Like 24 hours barely even happened. That's how crazy life is now. Do you ever feel like that?
It was a good day, food and exercise wise. I took my weights class tonight--no running before or after--and it kicked my butt. The Group Power program has new music and routines every season, and we got the Summer '08 release tonight. It was tough. Good, though. I feel like I'm getting a great workout when the routines change up so often. I hadn't done weights since last Wednesday and it was amazing what an extra day off did to me. I did not feel as strong as I normally do. I could feel it as we warmed up, that I needed to not go too heavy with the weights. I know my limitations and don't push it when I'm feeling weak.
I feel like the summer is flying by. School starts in 2 weeks and 2 days. We go to see Dave Matthews in Indy this Friday (it was April when Mark bought me tickets, and it seemed like it would be forever until the concert arrived). Mark's birthday is next Thursday, and the day after is August 1st. Should we just get out the Christmas decorations now?
I wonder how older people handle it, looking back on 80 years and scratching their heads, trying to figure out how the hell they lived through 365 days, 80 times, and yet having no idea how the years came and went so quickly.
I realized today that I am practically middle aged. I mean, if I live to be 77, I'm middle aged now--there's no "practically" about it. I'd like to think I've got at least 80 years in me so I'm reserving the right to wait to call myself middle aged until I turn 40. But, as I've whined about before, that's not far off. I'm lucky that we waited so late to have kids, because I think the young 'uns are keeping me young. And I'm so fortunate to have gotten to be the healthiest I've ever been in my life, at this late in the game. Truly, I think I will run a marathon the year I turn 40, just to prove that I freaking can.
But this time flying by thing still leaves me shocked. My daughter is starting first grade in a couple weeks; she can swim free style, back stroke, and has the beginnings of the butterfly. My son is talking in complex, full conversations and is a climbing fool (he also loves Nascar, although he must have gotten that from my long-ago-passed-away grandfather, because none of us is into cars). My husband will be 46 this year. We'll have lived in our house for 10 years come January.
Like sands through the hour glass..... Ah, if only I could get me some waves to go with that sand, and set up on the beach with a margarita. Now that's the way to slow time the heck down.