Monday, December 26, 2011
You Know You're Old When. . .
That goes for driving up to and back from Napa Valley, California, nearly 800 miles round-trip, within 24 hours. Gone are the days when I could travel that distance and more and my limbs still moved right afterwards.
This past Thursday, my son and I drove straight up I-5 (I=Interstate) to Napa with 4 bathroom stops and 1 gas refuel. I felt like my back would not completely unfold, and my arms were stuck in the 11 - 1 o'clock position. We did this so we could attend the upsherin, or first hair-cutting, of a dear friend's 3 year old son.
I brought enough food to get us through the ride, and we filled up on donuts and latkes at the town menorah lighting. When I tried to nap afterwards, I realized that two cups of "tall" Starbucks coffee was one too many. I was wired.
By midnight we were on the road home. I wanted to be back early enough to relax before Shabbat, but I was afraid to let my son drive I-5 at night so I drove the whole way home. By 6:00 am we were merging into LA traffic, and my reflexes were shot. The speed limit is 65 mph, I was doing 70 mph, and cars were flying past me. I was freaked out.
We got home by 6:30 am and I fell right to sleep. The rental car needed to be back by 9 am, and I told my husband to wake me at 8 am so I could shower, shampoo and shine. But there was no way I could get out of bed, so he returned the car for me. I stayed in bed until 11 am, and that didn't seem nearly long enough.
Getting old is not pretty, my friends. No way, no how.