It’s an unfortunate fact of life that there is a day in life you realize you peaked and missed it. For a while now, I have been trying to come to terms with the fact that I am not superhuman. I still don’t want to admit to it, but after yesterday I can’t argue anymore. After the massive episode yesterday, even today I was still down and out.
I always pushed along and never even thought about the fact I had maybe been past my prime. At thirty I still pushed and felt just as active as twenty. By thirty five, I had reallized a small slow down but tried to ignore it. But at thirty eight I decided I was not going to hit forty in bad shape due to my own failing. I quit smoking, eating better, started riding my bike a lot, then running.
I decided when I hit forty I was going to be in better shape than twenty five. I was doing great until the twitching and spasms started. At first I thought I was just overdoing it and kept pushing, but when it persisted, I finally learned something was wrong.
Slowing down sucks. Today I couldn’t make it through a day at work cause my arm just hurt too bad. More than just my arm hurt, but that’s not too big of a deal when it all hurts. I could sink into being depressed so easily now, but I still have too much left unfinished. I’ve got to slow down but I can’t stop yet, because there is so much I want to fix in my life and the lives of my loved ones before I give in.