Older Than 40

I felt a lot older than 40 today. I went to a chiropractor. It had been well over a year since my last visit. I let time get away from me.

This doctor is new to me as my previous chiropractor moved farther north. This “new” guy is local, so, naturally, we switched to the new guy. His style is different from the other doctor. He focuses a lot of his attention on soft tissue. The previous guy did, too, but this guy is all about the soft tissue work first, then the adjusting. It’s a different take, and I’m intrigued.

So, cutting to the chase, he worked me over pretty hard. It highlighted to me how far my body has tightened up after just one year. I am not doing nearly as much for my body as I used to, and even then I wasn’t doing nearly as much as I should. Since then, something else important happened: I turned 40. All the parts got older. I’ve got to look for the warranty.

I am reminded of the words of my friend, Conway, on the eve of my 30th birthday: “Just wait until you turn 40.” He warned me about aches and pains and creaking parts. Now I’m 40.

Crap.

Whatever I started doing after my last post on the subject…not enough. And, unfortunately, I am reminded of the words of Sam Roberts: “As you get older, you have to get healthier just to maintain the status quo.”

Crap.

Tonight, I am tight and achy and feeling a lot older than 40.