You know, I don't feel great often.
I'm tired. Sometimes my spot hurts. Sometimes my hips hurt. I'm trying to exercise more.
We had meetings again today. I'm definitely back from sabbatical, but not full-time. I don't have any interest in being here, but can't stay away. Is that an addiction?
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Tonight, I tried to do a parkour class at a gymnastics gym. It was an 18+ age class, but most of the people were previous gymnasts.
KT suggested we all do the Muggle Run or something like that, so I signed up. It's one of these races that has an element of an obstacle course in it. I need to practice doing things like climbing over walls and scaling big bales of hay and such.
At 51, it's not easy to be fully humiliated, but I succeed this evening. As some result of my constitution or anatomy, I have limited bladder control when I'm sneezing, bouncing, running. Yeah, it sucks, but I know alot of women who've had kids in my shoes.
This was a class full of cartwheels and jumping on trampolines which meant my tights kept getting wetter and wetter. I took a little break, but it was awful to keep doing various things that just meant more squirts.
So. I don't even know what else to say about that. Generally, life after 50 physically has been much like life before 40. I guess I'll take it in stride and hope someday, I run across something other than the lame Kegels everyone prescribes that might make it better.