Sometimes in life we made really, really, really bad decisions, but once in awhile, we get lucky and make a great one. That’s what happened to me this winter.
Blaine bugged me all year to join him in Senior’s Curling in Lethbridge. I just didn’t want to the big commitment. Driving all the way to the city two days a week – that means a 45 minute drive – leaving mid-morning so we get there in time to practice, staying for 3 hours to curl and chitchat with strangers, and then driving back home arriving around 4:30 or 5:00; well, it just seemed to much of a bother. After doing that same grind (even longer) every day for almost 26 years of work, I just didn’t want to have to say yes. But finally, in March I agreed.
Flash forward 6 weeks. I know we must made our best decision in years. We are together at a social event twice a week – it’s like “date afternoon”. We are put onto different teams so we have to meet different people during reach game. I I have been forced out of my winter hibernation comfort zone at a time when I needed it the most.
I’m not that great of a curler, but I have picked up more tips in the last 6 weeks that I have in 6 years. I’m getting fit again. Take note Jenny Craig, Weigh Watchers, Herbal Magic and all you other diet businesses – I have found a better way! Today I fit into curling pants I haven’t even dare to try for over 2 years. Who knew that curling twice a week could put me on the path to picking up my skinny jeans again (well, not for another few weeks yet, but I still can dream). Plus, because of curling, I found a friend that I can travel with. Last week we took a grand curling adventure to Swift Current Sk. to watch the first 3 draws of the World Women’s Championship. Now, I have a whole rink full of new friends to mull over the games, each of us offering our own so-called “expert” take on the games. What a blast!
The best part – watching happy seniors stay physically and mentally well. Sometimes I can look across the ice and see the kid in us all, no matter our age. It’s fun to laugh over a mistake, worry over a shot, and high-five over a success with my new team mates.
I wish that more younger people could see the joy in our eyes – and see that life after 55 doesn’t mean we are out to pasture. Instead, it means we are still full of vitality! Unlike those of you younger beings, we now have the time to revisit our inner child and be a kid again, despite our creaky knees, saggy boobs, and thinning hair.
Rock on my senior friends – and Hurry Hard!