Shhh....don't tell anyone, but I think I may be getting old...

I have been known to tease my husband for all the twinges and sore spots he has to work through to do things he enjoys like playing tennis, flag football or even golf. My response...Wow, it sucks to be getting old."

I, on the other hand, am nearly 3 youthful years behind him, possibly in the best shape of my life. I am training for my second triathlon. I discovered running two years after I discovered "Happy Fat", courtesy of a nice marriage. A year after that, I discovered that weight lifting can change the whole way your body looks without having to go on a diet (yeah cookies and ice cream!). A year after that, I discovered that yes, I can swim a reasonable distance without drowning AND that it is much more fun to combine 3 activities together (swimming, biking, & running), rather than continuing to circle the neighborhood to add mileage. Isn't that all great? Well, yes it is. But, since that last discovery, I have had 2 children which has led to the beginning of the end of my body.

It's not what you think. You see, I am faster, stronger and can swim further than when I started...but I also get hurt more often. Every three or four weeks, these horrible knots in my shoulder and neck appear - making it impossible to look over my right shoulder (or left depending on which side hurts this week). When I try to push my kids in the double jogger, I end up with a really sore lower back for days and days (even if I am just walking). Now, in my younger days, I've gotten sore from a workout, but the next day you wake up and it feels much better. No longer, it appears I have crossed the threshold to OLD.

No matter, I plan on using this body for all it's worth, until it breaks down entirely. Just don't let my husband know that I have admitted to getting old. I have told him that I need those massages because I am just "training hard."

Remember, it's our secret.