A Certain Age
How had DL and I even gotten on to this topic anyway? Was it my swimming?
Lately, I’ve just felt like I’m swimming in frozen molasses uphill. It’s a struggle to move through the water. I do remember when I used to glide effortlessly along the tops of the smooth green waters of pools.
Is it the aging process? Is it inevitable that we are all ‘slowing down’?
DL nodded when I asked her this upstairs at the torture machines. “My world just seems to be getting smaller and smaller and narrower and narrower. It’s all downhill from here I guess,” I’d whined, adjusting the weight poundage down 5 pounds from where I’d had it in the weeks before.
“I just try to poke holes in the boundaries of the narrowness,” DL had murmured.
Would that work with swimming?
I can’t see how. The effort it takes to swim my usual yardage is so great. If I poked holes in it, I think it’d just leak.
Okay, that cracks me up. But still, do you see what I mean?
And so, after the hot tub time cliché and the Utopia without Sandy or BLN (both other blogs), I ask DL, why is it that time seems like it moves quicker as we age.
“Oh….” I shake my head. “That’s a gyp! But at least now I know there’s a physiological reason for it.”
Can I poke holes through the physiology? I doubt it.
My brain, though, I think, at least metaphorically, I can poke holes through. As DL said upstairs earlier, “We need to reframe this,” when I’d complained about the ‘narrowing of my life’; the loss of strength and stamina so dramatic as I spin into my late 50’s.
Can this be so? Late 50’s?
Damn! I better reframe something. I think it has to be an Abstract Expressionist painting, like Rothko. One with luscious cobalts and limes and violets. I want the frame to show my love of color and swimming and to hell with the physiology of the Brain, or the loss of weight stamina or the hellish effort of swimming from one side of the pool to the other.
Now if I can only get time to slow down. Just for a day. So I can paint my Reframing and get it hung up in my Brain.
You have to reach a Certain Age to create such a vision, don't you agree? Hell, I'd never have thought of this 20 years ago. And this gives me hope. That a Certain Age can be full of creativity, imagination, fun, and yes, strength!