If you didn’t know how old you are, how old would you feel?
How old would you be?
Florence Henderson (aka Mrs Carol Brady of the Brady Bunch)
On Sunday night there was a report on 60 Minutes about aging. Florence Henderson was interviewed and it showed her dancing in the American version of Dancing With the Stars. Not only is she very flexible and fit but the dance itself was not the stereotypical moves of someone in their late 70s.
You can choose to be bitter or you can choose to be better
Also part of this segment was an interview with a number of members from a Hip Hop group with a difference. Kiwi grannies and grandads who are embracing life and who in their own words are growing old disgracefully were interviewed. One of the ladies made the statement that in aging she has two choices: to be bitter or better. She chooses to be better. To have some fun in her latter years and not submit to what the world says she should be.
Today is my 49th birthday. I love my birthday. Not for the presents or the fuss that those who love me make. I love it for the milestone it represents.
I’ve been given another year to be me. Another year to look after my family, love and be loved. Birthdays are reasons to celebrate the years rather than to cringe and regret.
As I look at this my last year in my 40s I’m thankful. Taking Carol King’s analogy of her beautiful song Tapestry and giving it a farm perspective, if my 40s were a paddock it would look something like this…
At the start are some muddy, murky, rocky areas where I am walking totally alone. As I plod and fall through this I come out into some sandy soil, nothing much is growing, I’m still alone but getting through it much easier. Entering the middle of the paddock the grass is growing and another set of footprints join me. One pair is in RM farmer boots and another is in stilettos. We keep walking together but the style of footprint changes to that of gumboots. Finally as we near the end of the paddock the land become flat. The footprints have changed style. There are two sets of running footprints moving forwards together.
My early 40s were tough. I was alone and lonely dealing with some nasty issues. I met Pauly in my mid-40s and while life on the farm has also been tough we have had each other to comfort, encourage and give strength to. Now running has entered our life along with some changes on the farm that provide some much needed support and light. I’m so grateful that Husband and I have found each other. We truly are so very lucky.
On my 49th birthday I’m taking the advice from the Kiwi grannies and grandads. I choose to be better. To embrace birthdays and growing older as something that is fantastic, not something to cringe about. If I didn’t know how old I was, how old would I be? If I could have a conversation with Florence I think I would tell her that I would be right here. 49. I’m fit and strong and healthy.
This blog is all about encouraging those who read it to be fit and healthy and the best that they can be. Not better than anyone else. Just the best version of you.
On my birthday I wish you health, fitness and happiness.
Happy running 🙂