I've never been one to stress over getting older, hide during my birthday, or be embarrassed over telling someone my age. I've always thought it was kind of silly. You are what you are; everyone gets older every year; and you're only as old as you feel right? Well, I still feel like a young punk, so I've never thought anything of it.
So, I was pretty surprised when I was at a stoplight, looking at my tooth in the visor mirror, and WHAM, KABAM, there it was! A big, long, grey hair slapping me in the face and mocking my obliviousness that had allowed it to get so long and obvious, unseen before today. Talk about a reality check. I guess my body has begun the unstoppable slip down that aging slope. I am officially past my physically prime time of life.
At least I have taken up exercising 3 times per week. I've been doing aerobic classes for 2 months now and have just started a strength training regimen. I'm really enjoying it. And M loves the child watch. She calls it her "ekercise class" too. I guess it's about time I started taking my health a little more seriously. After all, this big, fat, grey yelling at me that my body isn't going to last me forever.
It's hard to take a picture of one hair. If you can't tell, it's the one hair running horizontal across all the others.
By the way, Alex informs me that this isn't exactly my first grey. Apparently he has plucked one from my head before. I don't remember it. In any case, it's the first one to slap me in the face, and grab my attention.