Saturday afternoon Luke and I dropped Maddy of with my parents and headed to dinner and a concert with some friends. We had a blast. I sang, I danced, I drank a bit more than usual. Our night out on the town reminded me of a few things.
I woke up the next morning remembering that although I am technically very young and fit, I am actually very old. Two days later my abs are still sore from all the dancing and singing at the top of my lungs. One of my ears is still ringing. Even with taking it easy yesterday I still feel tired and dehydrated.
I don’t feel like it was all that long ago that I could bounce back from a late night out coupled with some drinks without batting an eyelash. Now is a different story. Going to bed after midnight wrecks me… for days. Drinking more than two drinks? My body just can’t take it. Dancing and singing for hours? My muscles are telling me that they didn’t like that, but I loved it so my old muscles will just have to deal.
Arcade Fire rocked and I’m still feeling it two days later. It is completely possible that at the ripe old age of 27 I am too old to rock. Maybe next time I’ll have to take my walker.
HAve you had any reminders lately that you just don’t rebound like you used to?