Well, last week I did a fit point assessment test at my gym. Basically, based on a few tests, they tell you how old your body REALLY is. The suspense nearly killed me. 50? 80? I settled for 60. Well, friends, the verdict is out: my body is 63 years and 4 months old. Yes.
I’m 30, and my body is going all Benjamin Button on me!
Anyway, now I have the backup I’ve always needed. It turns out that I’m an old soul AND an old body. So the question is whether I should just enjoy my twilight years or go against nature and work out to try to shed some years.
The overly Botoxed personal trainer didn’t quite appreciate my humor when I asked her if I could get a senior citizen discount for the sessions. But, c’mon, take it from someone who’s clearly a prodigy at aging —I’ve always wanted to stay ahead of the game, so at least bone-structure wise I’m DECADES ahead of any of my friends. I’m probably even ahead of my mom, because she’s always exercised. Boo!
Although I love the practicality of a sedentary life, I have thought long and hard and have decided to take some personal trainer sessions, so I’d at least LEARN how to use machines to strength my muscles and keep my joints from deteriorating. Maybe by the time I’m 40, I can resemble a well-aged 80 year old. No, folks, my expectations aren’t high.
Plus, on the upside (yes, I always look for one), I’m sure the sessions will give me enough material to blog for the next few months. LOL. No, really! J
Anyway, that’s all! Off to the Elliptical now (I’ll be calling her Ellie in a couple of weeks. We’ll be good friends—until Ellie starts to bore the hell out of me).