Proof of 40...

Hello, friends! 

On Wednesday, I took Jonah to the trampoline park after school for some one-on-one time. It's something that I've done tons of times before so it wasn't that big of a deal. The one difference was that since this was our "special time" he wanted me to jump with him. Because of our membership, it was only an extra $2 so I said, "why not?" and went for it. 

Friends, since taking this photo of us after our time jumping, I haven't been able to lift my arms above my head without soreness... The Oldening has happened... 

I remember when my dad has his 40th birthday party all those years ago. The house was decorated in an "over the hill" theme. I'd been told stories about how once you hit 40, your body breaks down. I remember reading once that studies have shown that 29 is when one hits their physical peak. I said to myself, "I stay in relatively good shape. I work out 5-6 times a week. I generally keep my eating within an acceptable range. Sure, I could always do better but I think I'm doing OK. 40 shouldn't be too bad." 

Y'all, I was VERY wrong. 

Look, I'm not saying that my body started breaking down as soon as I turned 40. I'm just saying that I've noticed it more. The trampoline park incident goes on top of my Achilles tendon still hurting from my run on Monday (NOTE: it was an 8 mile run, so that seems reasonable). That sort of thing would usually only take a day to heal. I had a week of fasting a few weeks ago (for spiritual, not physical reasons). In previous years, during a fast, I would drop 2-3 pounds a day then keep it off for at least a few months. This time, I dropped 3 pounds and immediately put it back on within the week. The fact that my body needs more recovery also means I need more sleep, which is new too. I used to be able to function on 6 hours of sleep a night. The past month has proven otherwise. Y'all, I think I'm breaking down here! 

The original plan for my 40's was to defy age. This was the decade I was going to complete an Olympic length triathlon. If I was EVER going to dunk, it was going to be in my 40's. Anything and everything was possible! 

And now, I have trouble getting out of the foam pit at the trampoline park... this does not bode well for the next decade... =0). 

Have an excellent day! 

~Adam