I found reruns being played on the TVland channel and have enjoyed a good belly laugh or two....until the other day. The episode that changed my mind was one where Rose lost her job and went looking for another one. She came home very despondent because, "No one wants to hire a 55 year old woman".
Ok, now she is just getting personal!!!
Old? Don't get me wrong, I'm feeling it a bit, but I have usually blamed it on my weight or crazy schedule. I'm certainly not as old as the "Golden Girls". Ahhhhh......SURPRISE!!!! YES I AM!!! It's not just my weight or lifestyle...it's here!!! Ok, my weight and lifestyle maybe speeding up the process a bit but .... Holy Cow!!!
Well, I decided that I am not going to take this lying down! I am going to fight back!! I'm walking more and eating better, I'm going to feel good again. So Saturday was the ultimate test. I took Paul to the Festival of Colors. Yeah! We went, we saw, we.....got the blisters! Here's the story:
Since R.B. was playing from 1:00 - 3:00, we tried to go during those times. We couldn't go any earlier because of the baptism at 10:00 (Yeah, we know a party when we see one). We were prepared, we wore our old clothing, we ate lunch first, we brought towels and sheets to protect the car, and I assured Paul that people of all ages go to this and we were one our way!!
The traffic was CRAZY!!! At 12:30, the freeway was backed up to the Springville Exit, just to get off at the Spanish Fork exit. I didn't want to imagine what Main street looked like, so we drove on the the Benjamin exit. We got off quite easily and found a parking spot in the designated field. For $2.00, you could take shuttle bus that cycles about every 20-30 minutes. It wasn't the time issue that made my decision, it was the fact that we are still young and could walk the short 2.5 miles to the temple. Remember I told you about the old clothes, well, we couldn't bring our good walking shoes, they might get stained, so we were in old, cruddy shoes as well.
Now just a little side note, as the body atrophies I guess the brain follows suit...WHAT WAS I THINKING!?!?!?!
By the first mile, we not only passed a PLETHORA of better parking spots, I was developing blisters on the balls of my feet. By the 2nd mile, I was limping. There were many places along the water to buy hot dogs and drinks. I stopped and asked everyone one of them for a bandaid. Did anyone have any? Of course not! Young people not only DON'T get blisters, they are smart enough to wear good walking shoes, after all, it's only a couple of miles!!
We finally made it! I was expecting to see the young and fun loving youth and the older, adventurous adults. I guess other people our age are smart enough to know not to not to brave the crowds, chalk, loud music and above all, the blisters!!!
Determined to have fun, we waved at RB and stood off to the side of the crowd to join in the dancing and singing. Poor Paul by now is thinking, "I have married a crazy woman." (Trust me, this isn't the first time he has thought that). We made in in time for the color throw and crazy dancing. I lasted about 10 minutes. Oh don't get me wrong, my spirit was rejuvenated, my soul was happy, my mind was celebrating, it was my dumb body that said "Uncle".
We limped back to the bus stop, took the shuttle bus back and made it home in time to get in a nap and some yard work done.
Oh, I'm not giving up! Not by a long shot! I will continue walking and eating better, I might even break down and work out and diet, but for now-one step at a time. We (at least I) am going again next year, but I am wearing comfortable shoes, bringing a first aid kit and a blanket for a nap. And for SURE, we are taking the shuttle bus both ways!!!
And as for getting old, well, I had a great example of growing old in a fun way....Thanks Gramma Pete!!!
