This is Definitely the Wrong Side of 30

It is super weird since the morning that I turned 35, that I have had new pains in my back.

The day that I woke up 35, I turned the wrong way and felt a small pop in my back. It didn’t hurt. I moved on.

A few days later, I threw the right side of my back and shoulder out. I had never experienced that before. I was in, dare I say, pain.

I had no idea what was happening. Was it my kidney? My lung? What have I done? Did drinking too much seltzer do it? Was it my odd combo beverage of Powerade Zero and LMNT?

It wasn’t until a day later that I tried to treat my affliction. I am glad that I did. I took some aspirin and had Susan use our $20 massage gun. We also applied some Icy Hot. The pain continued for another day or so, but I couldn’t remember for the life of me how I would’ve injured my back.

I don’t pick up my boys anymore. I had taken a couple of weeks off of lifting weights. Then it hit me. I moved a refrigerator on an appliance cart. It was a successful move, but I will say there were a couple of times when I had shifted because it wasn’t properly loaded.

Yeah, I will say it was that refrigerator. Final answer.

I know that I am young compared to many in the community, I am often reminded. However, now I feel that I am officially on the wrong side of 30. I cannot move as well as I did in my 20s. The thought of waking up at 4 a.m. to go work out is an afterthought most days. My body is finally allowing me to “sleep in.” and by that I mean, rest until 5:30 or 6 a.m. if I am extremely lucky.

It’s not all bad. I am starting to feel more sentimental. Trying to make more of my time with my family. Trying to be more intentional.

I still wear the occasional superhero t-shirt, but I am interested in wearing polo shirts more often. I enjoy a good soak in the hot tub and am very interested in a family-friendly sports utility vehicle rather than a sedan for my next used ride. I don’t know if I can give up driving manual transmission yet.