Thirty One Days
I was 48 years old when I embraced the idea that “it’s never too late”. Now, almost 8 years later I am still a firm believer.
When I was 48 in 2012 there was a lot going on in my life. My daughter had just left for college, I had taken my first solo trip to Chicago and I started my journey as a natural body builder.
My daughter leaving for college was huge. We did so much to prepare for that moment. Her entire senior year was jam packed with activities – it was exhausting. If not for her, definitely for me. Saying good-bye to her in the parking lot of her college campus was emotionally draining and we both realized that our relationship was changing forever. In a good way. It was an ending in a lot of ways but also a beginning – for both of us. At this point, I had two adult children and I needed to make some decisions. No longer, was my time centered around my kids. Up until that point, I think I believed that once they left that I would be old and just ready to “settle in”. But I was only 48 and I wanted to do stuff. I wasn’t sure what exactly, but I wanted to do something. That was when I realized that I could do whatever I wanted because it’s never too late.
In October of 2012 I took a birthday trip to Chicago. This would be one of many solo birthday trips that I would take in the years to come. I had a really good time and I actually found a short video that I made while I was there:
When I returned home from that trip, I had my first appointment with a personal trainer. I learned so much about nutrition, body composition, fat loss and weight loss from my trainer. It was the best money I had ever spent. I fell in love with the process of changing my body and I loved the science behind it all and of course, the best feeling ever was walking on a stage with women much younger than me and being able to compete.
For me, that was the true definition of “it’s never too late”. I’ll be 56 in 31 days and I’m no longer a gym rat and I’ve been empty nesting for several years now. I still believe it’s never too late, however, the pandemic has placed a speed bump in the road. There are still things that I want to do, and I’d like to believe that I will get to do them but there is so much uncertainty in the world right now. I want to eat and drink wine in Italy. I want to retire in a house on the beach. I want to write another book.
Here’s the thing: I had really high expectations coming into this year – we all did – and somehow all those expectations were completely obliterated. Getting back up again after a fall like that is difficult. However, as I journey toward 56, I am believing more and more that as long as I have breath, it is never too late. The conditions may not be perfect, and things may never go back to the way they once were, but I know that if I want to continue to live a life that is not wrapped in fear, than I have to make moves.