I did a spinning class last night.
I drop my kids off at our church for a kids program from 6:15-7:30pm.
So...off to the YMCA I go for spinning class from 6:30-7:20pm
For that hour...that sweaty and intense hour...I was suddenly 20 again.
The music was pumping and I was alive. I could picture myself at a club, dancing.... all night.
Then the music slowed and I looked up.
I was surrounded by pretty, well dressed 20 year olds, and I was clearly not a part of that circle.
I was reminded once again about time. about age. about wrinkles and grey hair.
As they quit and I kept going, and I peddled faster, I was also reminded that you are only as old as you feel...and I was kicking their butts ;)
Suddenly age did not matter. In fact...It triumphed.