I have gone through a lot in the past two years to rid myself of the aches and pains that I garnered from an aging body. I endured needles jammed into my backside multiple times. And then waited cautiously to see if the procedure worked. I waited again to be pain free when I had another needle in my shoulder. I then awaited the pains to return. And waited.
How was it that my ever-exuberant self became to person who sat and waited for pain? What I discovered is that aging is an unknown and therefore fearful. We’ve seen others age and we know any minute now it’ll render us useless, quivering pain-riddled shells of our former selves.
I’ve spoken to elderly people who have confirmed that they feel more anxious in their later years. Our minds begin to imagine our decline even when the evidence may or may not support our undoing.
I had a talk with myself the other day and asked myself, when was the last time I had aching belly muscles from a good core workout? Can’t remember. Or why I couldn’t do an hour of cardio at a time? Was pain preventing me or just fear of pain?
We need to heap compassion on ourselves as we age and on the elderly we know. Sometimes, it takes a lot of courage to show up in the ways we used to. But, unless I am at a three or more pain level and need to return to the doctor’s for yet another shot, I need to get on with the business of being in good shape for 50. I want to feel pride not fear on a daily basis. How about you? Any of this resonate?
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