My Fifty-year Old Self Wishes You a Happy Weekend
And, boy oh boy, am I ever going to be a looker! Have you ever seen a more sour, pinched old woman?
(Thanks to my romantic husband-friend, time machine inventor and operator, for taking this photo of me after my run and then emailing it to me so I could keep it forever. It's good to know that even though I have no joy in the future, I'm at least moving my corpse-body around, huh?)
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I'm no time machine inventor. Barely an operator. Think of me more as Biff stealing the Dolorean from Marty for my own personal gain. And, of course, the flux capacitor in the Dolorean was invented by Doc (Alfred) Brown.
And, OF COURSE, we fueled the device with Libyan plutonium, synthesized by terrorists funded by the Reagan administration.
Smarty-pants. My fifty-year old brain is so diminished I can't even understand what you're saying. I can't wait 'til Doc Brown & Co. come to explain all the particulars in person.
Oh, my gosh! I opened this blog and nearly fell off my bar-height chair. A dangerous endeavor. You will still have a radiant heart, so pinch-faces will be irrelevant. ha ha ha!
OH! That's from BACK TO THE FUTURE! That's what you get for marrying a pop-culture-protected girl who only saw them after you made her watch them 10 years ago. They're not part of my childhood psyche.
I thought you might be giving us new nicknames. Am I Biff or Marty? It's all so confusing...
And, Michelle, you are gracious, but I'm afraid Pinch-face might overpower Radiant-heart. (I hope not, though!)
Oh, goodness! YOU are beautiful, inside and out!!! I'm glad you are running and keeping your heart in shape. :-)
Much love!
Molly,
There are other reasons why I run, as well, but you inadvertently hit upon one of them! I've found that when I regularly run, my palpitations and arrhythmia decrease and eventually stop altogether. I've had spaces where for a year straight, they've plagued me, so I'm glad to have found something that seems to help.
(1) I did not realize you had heart problems. Now I feel lame for trying to run just because it seems like a body ought to be able to run. And Whining About It.
(2) Looks like a cool case of face paint. One time when I was younger we got this really cool face-painting book out of the library. . .since it was geared toward Halloween, it was full of ghouls and evil step-mothers and the like. It was just fascinating to me to see them take innocent young maidens and turn them into what looked like aging, bitter, pinched, and deathly faces. A close look revealed painting, but a quick glance showed a complete devastation of features.
(P.S. that's not a 50 year old you. That's an 83 year old you.)
I was being modest. If I look like that at 83, not so shabby, but the sour expression has got to go, regardless.
I love face paint. When I was younger and bored, I habitually would smuggle the Hallowe'en face paint from the top drawer of my mother's dresser into the bathroom. (By habitually, I mean, regularly enough for this to be a part of everyone's memories of me growing up, and, by smuggle, I mean to carry in plain sight.) I'd spend a good half hour or two painting my face in all manner of strange ways and then emerge to display the results. I did it through college and still occasionally do it here. The girls think I'm funny, but I think that same fascination with turning something ordinary into something Other is what drives it.
As for Whining About It, I've perfected a pretty good whine myself, at least in the few months leading up to the point at which I look forward to the run. After having to wear a Holter moniter in Buffalo with one doctor and then another one here with another doctor, I never even went back to hear the results of the echocardiogram. The doctor here was an older, no-nonsense gentleman who found a small anomaly of some kind, but he said he had it, too, and didn't seem overly concerned, so I figured if I was dying, they'd call me. (I'm a lot like my dad, you see.)
Yes, the trick is to wind up with smile lines, not disapproving lemon lines. The good thing is, if you keep smiling all the time, by the time you're old, it will LOOK like you're smiling all the time, and you won't have to put in so much effort!!
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