Rhymes with ‘Blorty’
So I had a major birthday recently – I turned a number that may or may not rhyme with “Blorty”. A few weeks before the big day, I started noticing new little gifts from the universe – my hearing appears to be fading fast (mom, don’t panic, appt with Dr has already been scheduled), skin here & there feels a bit looser than it used to be, and even my eyesight got worse for a couple days but then it got better again, so go figure.
A sneak preview, maybe?
Admittedly, I am in the best shape of my post-20 year old life. (Can’t compete with my pre-20 yr old self on that front: I was in rocking shape in my pre teens and teens thanks to my love of waterskiing, swimming and other crazy sports that kept my naturally – back then – skinny body in awesome shape, even while I ate the amount of food two teenage boys consume.)
But man, oh man, am I WORKING HARD to be & stay in this shape.
I mean, JAYSUS!
But even while I do about 45 minutes of crazy work out stuff about 5 days a week, and I’ve gotten stronger and leaner because of it, I’ve also developed this occasional whiplash thing with my neck that may or may not have to do with the seventy thousand “power push ups” that Sean T has me do every workout.
Whatever its origin, I decided to indulge myself bigtime for my blortieth firthday, and treat myself to a TWO HOUR MASSAGE.
Awwww, yeahhhhhh. (cue Barry White music)
And here’s what happened:
- 1. Massage was amazing.
- 2. I drooled all over my hardwood floors, promptly forgot about it, then nearly slipped on the small puddle on the ground the following morning.
- 3. I literally BRUISED MY CHEEKBONE from staying in one position for so long (face down into the face-holder thing). I guess I was so relaxed that it didn’t occur to me to shift my facial position until it was too late.
- 4. My neck hurt MORE, not less, the next morning.
I guess what I’m really trying to say, is…
Ain’t nothing free in this life, is there?
Still… I’m happy & grateful to be here for yet another year….
Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)