On My Body and Soreness and Age, etc, etc, etc

WARNING: This post might be a little rambly.

(as if you couldn’t tell from the title…)

So, as we know, I’ve started working out again. And it’s going pretty well.

Except.

My body doesn’t seem to like it as much as it used to.

In the last two weeks I’ve had SEVERE soreness in my upper thigh muscle on my right (also known as my groin area and ask Lisa, she was with me when that was hurting and it even effected the way I walked. so NOT hot.), my biceps, my calves (just started after Saturday’s step class) and a ‘crick’ in my neck that won’t go away.

Perhaps this is because 35 is looming. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t do very much exercise at all during this last pregnancy (unless you count walking to the fridge or pantry…). Perhaps it’s because I’m not stretching well enough beforehand or after or that I’m over doing it here at the beginning.

Whatever it is (probably a combination of those things, huh?) it’s just a reminder to me that I’m getting older and well, “creakier.”

I did go to a step aerobics class over the weekend and it was my first time to do that in well over a year. And the instructor, well, I’m going to have to nickname her “NAZI Woman” because yeah, she was so fast and her music was so fast and she was all like ‘this is my easy routine so suck it.” Okay, maybe she wasn’t QUITE like that, but when I had to stop and just march like 10 different times while she was still jumping back and forth over the step, it kind felt like that’s what she was saying into her cute little microphone.

And then her ab routine.

Well, I just had to not do most of it because I wasn’t going to be walking around with MOST of my body out of commission (and it’s possible if I’d done it all I wouldn’t have been walking AT ALL). I do still have kids to look after you know lady. Ahem.

And in the middle of class, I had a realization. I’m one of the OLDER people in this room. Sure, there were ladies (and even a man) older than me. But I definitely can not lump myself into the youngin’s group anymore. You know, like the cute little girl next to me who got every step and had a word sewn on to the butt of her pants? Yeah, can’t be in the same group as her.

Or the other “little” girl who had cute little perky chesticles that I’m guessing have never nursed a baby. Just a guess of course. Nope, not like her anymore either. We’ll see what mine are like in a couple of weeks when I quit pumping. (okay, WE won’t see, but I will, you know what I mean…)

Honestly, I’m cool with getting older except for the body betrayal part. That’s part of the reason I’m exercising again and hope to keep it up for the rest of my long life (really God, it’s okay that I’m getting older, I’m NOT complaining and it’s totally better than the alternative, and I really do love my healthy, well body Jesus, thank you…). I just hope my body can adjust to me exercising again soon so that I’m not in so much misery all the time, you know?

Alright, I’m done whining for now. Besides, I gotta go pop a few Advil and find my heating pad…

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