Jazzercise, karen mahoney, symphysis, tiny dancer, WSJ, Zumba
I forget the context but a friend on facebook recently called me middle age. Ray called me a couple of other things too which I didn’t debate but I did ask him to define middle age. He responded over 40. Hmm. Then I read a story in the WSJ this morning on mid life crises and related nuances of my age. What’s weird to me is that I just never feel it. Of course I’m middle age but I don’t spend much time looking at myself and if it weren’t for the reminders like my symphysis pubis arthritis and friends like Ray, I’d be oblivious to it.
But now I’m thinking about it. I guess that’s what you do with all the free time available to us pending seniors. But Honey Badger don’t care. Honey Badger don’t give a shit. I find it ironic, and not the least bit vain, that Karen and I are in better shape than we were ten years ago. That’s less true about Karen because she’s been good about maintaining her shape over the years. She never let herself go as far as I did. Friends and family constantly inform me that Karen looks so young for her age. Perhaps because I tend to consider this a backwards compliment, I respond on how the 2′ x 7′ foot slab of double vanity granite in our master bath is a virtual shrine to the mid-life industrial complex.
With my preoccupation over the thought of middle age building, I did what any other average 49 year old with 4 wifi servers in his house would do – I googled middle aged runners. I came across this cool blog that has a similar theme as mine but the writer probably does a better job at chronicling his races. And apparently he runs faster than me. But not by much and reading it motivated me to get in a good workout today.
I’m actually fine with the direction the second half of my life is taking. I seem to be improving upon my areas of interest. I’m reading more. I’m focusing more on trading which for me is more about enjoying a hobby than about planning for retirement. And Karen and I both are clearly putting much more time into fitness. Karen doesn’t run, she’s my tiny dancer. She likes to dance as an aerobics instructor. This is not something one makes money at – trust me. You can argue you’re not paying for a gym membership, but the appeal of teaching is that the time spent making a playlist, choreographing the routine and practicing serves as a much more intense and satisfying fitness experience. Karen taught Jazzercise for over 5 years and has now moved on to teaching Zumba. She compares them by describing Jazzercise as aerobics with a dance flair to it while Zumba is dance with an aerobics quality. She favors Zumba.
So after having thought about what I’m doing in my middle years, I’m happy. That I’m actually becoming more fit each year as I age is a blessing. I feel fortunate. The last few years of returning to racing and hiking in the mountains is like reliving the best times of my youth. It’s a fantasy really. I’m good with it.