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Each Day is a Little More Difficult

When we were little, we were immortal. At least we were immortal in our own minds. Oh, we never thought about it, but we had no concept of an end of life. In addition, most of us had no concept of a problematic life. The thing most on our mind was going over to a friend's house and playing. Or bike riding. Or something equally noxious.

Childhood was a glorious time. We had no molesters. We had no enemies at all. We could ride our bikes and go pretty much wherever we desired to go. I was not questioned as a child, even if I pedaled three miles away and more. As long as I was home in time for dinner, I was OK.

But now? Now I'm 67. I can't pedal a bike wherever I want. I have problems. The only thing that is the same is that I am home by dinner. I don't have (currently) any major illness. Oh, I have minor aches and pains. But nothing major. Yet, I have a shortage of "wind" and a sore knee. I cannot do much at all, and have had to give up any physical exertion.

Just getting in and out of a car to perform my house-to-house ministry is tasking. Yet, I go on. Yet, I will continue to go on, until my breath is gone. Still, each day is a little more difficult. Are you currently facing the same?


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Kasman wrote on September 17, 2015, 5:21 PM

I hear you man! I am exactly the same. Every day it gets a little harder and those stairs get a little steeper! Old age doesn't bring too many benefits.

JohnRoberts wrote on September 17, 2015, 5:22 PM

Oh boy, I know how you feel and I am somewhat younger than you. You feel the same inside as you did at 15 but who is that old guy in the mirror and what's with those aches I wake up with every morning.

MegL wrote on September 17, 2015, 5:25 PM

You are only about a year older than me. Childhood certainly was glorious but I am thankful that my health is still good. I took up exercise in middle age, aerobics, weight lifting, walking, fitness classes, etc. Nothing too strenuous but I think keeping challenging yourself to do a little more or to keep going is important. I am not talking about marathons but to keep doing what you can or just a tiny bit more. I try to use the car as little as possible.

VinceSummers wrote on September 17, 2015, 5:58 PM

You have more determination than I do. Perhaps better circumstances to boot. I can't say about that part of the equation.

VinceSummers wrote on September 17, 2015, 5:58 PM

My family tree, in addition, is full of woodpecker holes. I'm already at the peak and on the descent.

VinceSummers wrote on September 17, 2015, 5:59 PM

Yes. To me, I am still the kid who looks to his parents -- only they are nowhere to be found.

JeanC wrote on September 17, 2015, 6:23 PM

I'm younger than you, but oh yes I can relate. As my hubby puts it, if I had known I would live this long I would have taken better care of myself when I was younger. But the shredded knees can be dealt with and while I am not as fast as I used to be, with my stick I still get around. Just gotta be nicer to myself and occasionally beat the 20 year old self still in my brain with a stick when it talks my 54 year old body into doing something stupid emoticon :grin:

Feisty56 wrote on September 17, 2015, 7:43 PM

I don't notice the changes so much in day-to-day activities, but let me go to the fitness center or play outdoors with the grand kids and my limitations loom large.

lookatdesktop wrote on September 17, 2015, 8:16 PM

My foot is better. It took 6 months before I could walk again after injury from walking on the wrong size shoe. I actually feel okay but my wife, who has so much difficulty requires a ride around shopping cart when we go to the stores. Other wise her shopping cart serves as a walker. Her pain is thus, my pain.

VinceSummers wrote on September 17, 2015, 8:40 PM

Lots of people lean over their shopping cart. I wonder how many of them know they are using a cart like a walker?

morilla wrote on September 17, 2015, 11:39 PM

While I understood it intellectually, I know grasp it at a more visceral level; i.e., what my Grandfather used to mean when he said that someone snuck in every year and moved the destination farther from the trailhead and took just a little more oxygen out of the air.

MegL wrote on September 18, 2015, 3:41 AM

Not necessarily, maybe just better luck. My husband has been a big factor. He was always a very fit man until just recently and I had to keep up with him.

Paulie wrote on September 18, 2015, 4:39 AM

Before I had my cancerous left kidney removed, I felt just like you that each day was a little more difficult. Now that the operation is past and I have a clean bill of health so far, each day does not seem so difficult.

CoralLevang wrote on September 23, 2015, 5:32 PM

Not all childhoods were glorious. Not all were free from molesters, abusers, and other such people.
Yet, we all seem to get through whatever life has dished out. And when we get older, we are touched by illnesses, again, not things we ever ask for.
Yet, we all continue to live until it is time for us to pass through this earthly existence.

I have to admit that I do not remember my knees and feet hurting nearly as much as today. emoticon :winking: