What nobody told me growing up

I’ve seen a lot of people claim they weren’t told about this and they weren’t told about that over the years. How they had no clue they had to brush their teeth every day, or that eating 6,000 calories of junk food and soda daily would lead them to get fat.. (yes, that’s actually been said). And it leaves me scratching my head saying, “huh?” because how does a person not know that, right?!

Some things are meant for common sense, some to be found out on our own, and some just aren’t thought of to share until after someone else asks, “why didn’t you tell me?!” At which point, the poor unsuspecting person says they thought you knew.

But this. I honestly didn’t see coming, didn’t hear anyone talk about it growing up, and certainly didn’t know it was a “thing.”

The older you get the less you’re able to jump.

(random photo of an olympic ski jump in Garmisch, Germany..it fits, promise. 😉

Yes! Its a crazy thought, isn’t it?

Maybe your’e sitting there thinking I’m what’s crazy, but let me break it down and prove how true (and sadly painful) this is! Now, let me first exclude the obvious: adult athletes who jump, because this only applies to us normal folk. The everyday workers, worker-outers, those living life in a normal way.

As a kid, you run, jump, skip, bound. You do it all. Your legs and knees have no problem moving and taking you to greater heights. It’s like they were born to do that! (sarcasm) They don’t think twice about the way they move, they just do it freely and effortlessly.

Fast forward to adult life and what do you do? Sit, walk, ride a bike, maybe, and perhaps even run. But you have this set routine where all your body does is go straight. It stays in this linear pattern and never has the need to jump or move in a different way other than forward, backward, up and down. Am I right?

You’re not jumping anymore like you did when you were a kid. There’s really no need for it. So, when you’re walking the high school track for your exercise and you see those hurdles set up for their track practice, and you have a flashback to the “good ol’ days” you think you can jump over it.

But then you approach that hurdle, and the second you’re meant to bound over it like you did at sixteen, fear takes hold. The prospect of getting your body more than two inches off the ground all of a sudden is terrifying, and you stop just before slamming into the hurdle. You attempt it again and again and finally after the 5th pass-thru make it over in a far less graceful way than your sixteen-year-old self did. And you stand there hunched over reeling over the fact that the landing completely wrecked your body.

This. This is what nobody told me would happen.

I realized this at 30. How I had completely stopped any movement that wasn’t a forward/backward kind. How up to that point it never occurred to me that I did stop. So, on the day I saw those hurdles, it took me by complete surprise that I had to overcome an overwhelming fear to jump over them.

Now at 35, I make the effort to workout doing a lot of fast side-to-side motions, and even get myself to jump. Not crazy hurdles jump but jumping nonetheless; my knees don’t like it and often ache…yes, I’ve become one of those adults that complain about their knee pains. I’m only mildly sorry.

This is a topic “old people” talk about. It’s inevitable. Prepare yourself.

I know I’m not alone in this, because I’ve had discussions with other adults who feel the same. They too didn’t see it coming and they too hesitate to jump. It’s odd and sad, but darn if I’m not going to do everything in my {knees’} power to fight this crazy thing.

Maybe there’s far more things I’m unaware of that my forties will (no doubt) painfully enlighten me to, but I’ll gladly remain blissfully ignorant until that day comes. Unless of course you know things I don’t and you want to divulge them so I won’t have to feel like I’m getting smacked in the face with another shocker.

In that case, divulge away!