I'd like to think I'm still young. I feel young--younger with each workout, in fact (if you don't count the aching knee). When I really feel old is at a mall when the music in a store is just too loud, and the cloud of cologne that causes a burning sensation at the back of my throat at that one certain store. When you think about it, a 32 year old shopping at Old Navy, Forever 21 or even Abercrombie & Fitch is a little weird. Maybe it's not an age thing so much as a style preference. I'm an "Audrey", not an "Audrina". Another time I feel old is when the young bagger at the grocery store calls me "Ma'am". Or when I realize that students graduating from high school this year were born in 1991-92, when I was in high school. For the record, I'd never want to go back to my teens or 20's...the 30's are absolutely the best so far. But I digress.
I started doing the math last night as I was on the treadmill, at the 28 minute mark (another 32 minutes to go), starting to get bored. I'm a little competitive, so naturally I was trying to keep up with the girl on the machine next to mine. It put me to shame how good of shape she was in...a steeper incline and faster pace. Blast! What's a good justification for falling behind? This girl looks about 12 years old...she must be 18 at least, to be a member here. How old are these "kids" really? College freshmen are generally 17-18 years old. Hmm. My moral dilemma suddenly became: is it creepy for a 30-something gal like me to "enjoy the view" as fit college guys work out at my gym? It certainly is good motivation to go work out...and anything it takes to get me there must be fair game. It's not like I'd ever flirt with them...only minimal blatant staring. It's probably okay then.
So, if in fact age is just a number, then I'm in luck. I'll take extra good care of myself, and date people closer my own age--who are equally as young as me ;-)
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