Creaky Bones...

Anyone who tells you that aging is beautiful is a "bleeping" liar.

I am so embarrassed by my recent battle against time. I woke up early thanks to my adorable canine alarm clock at 4:40 a.m. and hauled my crazy hair to the gym for a quick run and morning Pilates with the old ladies...you know...the ones that take water aerobics. My overly energetic instructor in her mid-50s began to warm up the class with simple bends and stretches. All of a sudden, my ankles popped so loudly that I swore something tore. I'm not sure what...that's why I failed biology and have opted for a life in communications. Anyway, something seemed to pop, but I was still standing. After that, I got into a child's pose. My embarrassment continued. My back popped about ten times and sounded like I was crushing aluminum cans between my vertebrae. At this point, the old ladies were looking at me. My instructor was laughing. She said, "Feeling a little creaky today, Carla?" I felt like I was 90. I thought perhaps my wobbles were gone, but I was wrong. Once we hit the exercises that involved knees and hips, I was in big trouble. Finally, my instructor started laughing. I told her that I felt like I had been locked in a box for a week. Needless to say, my embarrassment could have been worse. I could have some of the gaseous embarrassments that evolve from my classmates. I haven't hit that low yet. Wonder when it starts? I just felt a little odd as the youngest person in the class with the creakiest joints. What gives?! I drink milk and take calcium vitamins...it must be the Pinot that is depleting my calcium intake. Ha!

So, most of my post hasn't been about running. Rather, I have recapped what running my first 1/2 marathon last October probably proved to my lovely joints. I get it...I'm getting older.

I'm hoping the Hospital Hill Half proves to be a little milder on my aches and pains. Judging by the 10k last year, I doubt it.

Sounds fun though!