It seems that each year I find myself weakening. Recently I was trying to move things around the house and I just had a hard time doing it. It seems that I just don’t have the muscles I used to. Now don’t get me wrong, I still have some, but I can tell now that they’re not what hey were. Now you might say that if I can run a marathon I must be fit and strong. Nope, this past year I’ve run my fastest marathon and now in class I’m no where near the speed I was just six months ago. Getting older and slower stinks.
This also includes the muscle between my ears. Each year I’m getting slower there too. This aging process is quite interesting since I know that at some point I’ll lose enough gray matter that I won’t be able to realize that I’m losing it. That’ll be the day when I think I’m OK, but in actuality I’ve lost the self perception of my own capabilities. That’s lovely. Just great. I’ll be a vegtable but again happy because I won’t have the cognitive skills to realize it. Sheesh! Be warned y’all that that time is just around the corner.
So if any of my children, family or friends read this know that I love you and that I’m a quiet positive gentleman, but know full well that someday in the future I’ll be a angry, vocal, disgruntled cucumber or whatever (fill in the name of your favorite vegtable).