There are many things that I do not realize I can’t do anymore until I attempt to do so and severely fail.

While at the community pool, my youngest son tried to escape the application of sunscreen session by darting off.  Instinctively, I ran after him. 

That is when it happened. 

Things went this way and that way.  Parts of me jiggled that I didn’t even know I possessed.  Oh, nice to meet you new fat roll.  I stopped right away but things were still moving.  With my head down, I walked slowly back to my lounge chair being careful not to make anything else jiggle in the process. 

My eldest son was mortified.  I just looked at him and said “I know, and I’m sorry.”  Yeah, I truly was. 

I prayed to the gods of summer that no one saw the display of my animal planet moment and all happened to have their eyes closed for those 8 seconds of craziness. 

When did everything become so detached from the muscle and mobile?  I quit smoking in February and have since gained some weight, but I never knew it’s possibilities until this point.

I used to be able to easily do a soft jog in a swimsuit a’ la Bo Derek, minus the braids.  Things were where they were meant to be and stayed there.   I am not the old lady in the moo moo who is all jiggly and wiggly. Or maybe I am?

I guess I have to accept (kicking and screaming) that I am no longer 20 years old and the days of running in a swimsuit are long gone.  I will put that on the list next to “touch my toes” and “wear a size 6”. 

See you at the pool, I will be the one in the moo moo talking about the good ole days.