I am 38 years old, and until recently I was pleased with the fact that I didn't really feel 38. I always felt a lot younger, I'm not one for a huge amount of exercise, (I'm so lazy, even my mascara doesn't run) but I'm active and I keep busy.
And then my body decided to rebel a bit, my knees have decided to DEGENERATE.
Degenerate? This is not in my vocabulary, I want to make like Dr Who and REGENERATE, not slowly fall apart like an old car (I still have nice bumpers though) until I'm so rusty that I am good for nothing but the scrap heap. My knee has decided that it is going to rebel, I have torn cartilage in my knee, hyperextension and a lot of degeneration.
Shit, that doesn't sound great to me at all. In fact, it sounds to me like my body is starting to get old, and I don't like it. I feel let down a bit by my body, growing old was not part of the plan.
Now the only thing I actually want to do is run, you know, the one thing that I actually never wanted to do when I could do it, but the minute you are told that you shouldn't do something, it's all you want to do. (Disclaimer, I cannot run, I run like Phoebe from Friends and deep down I know this already, plus my boobs are so big there is not a sports bra in the world that can give me enough support, not even The Samaritans can support these puppies) so I am sulking a bit today, and feeling cheated out of my London Marathon medal that I will never have. My knee hurts, my PRIDE hurts and I am feeling as if old age, that was so far around the corner it was in a different post code is now catching up with me fast (well it isn't as if I can outrun it, is it?)
I know I will get over feeling this way, but today I'm feeling quite bleurgh over the whole situation.
How do you know you are getting old?
Am I being unnessarily dramatic over the whole situation? Or was there a point where you too suddenly felt, "oh no, the ageing process has begun"
Let me know.
Big Fashionista x x