I ain't done yet!

I just got back from the gym. On the ride home and as I was checking emails the discussion in my head was should I shower or should I write. This shouldn't be such a grand choice to make ,however for some reason,I went back and forth countless times before deciding to start typing. I have no particular thoughts to share today. Nothing monumental is staring at me to deal with. So why all the hubbub?
I think it has something to do with energy,with motion. When my feet hit the floor this morning, my 61 year old body was stiff and sore. I certainly did not feel spry and energetic. I thought about just getting dressed and starting my day. Instead, I threw on my workout gear and committed to getting my butt to the gym. I even mentioned to Susan how stiff I have been feeling lately.
I don't like it!
I continued my morning routine,checking emails, turned on the filter, made lunches up for Susan and Max etc.I had about 20 minutes before I had to drive Susan to the shop. I could have sat around,started a crossword or just had another cup of coffee. Instead, I got the blender out, prepped it to make a smoothie once I returned home and spent a few minutes just picking up after myself and putting things in order just to keep moving.
After dropping Susan, I came home, checked some more emails, finished making the smoothie I had prepped, poured it on 2 cups and both Max and I headed ff in opposite directions.
A quick trip back to the shop and then off to the gym.
Yesterday the air was heavy and hot. Working out was a chore and I opted for stretching ,and extended cardio,rowing for 15 minutes and 20 minutes on the bike.
Upon entering the gym, the air was even heavier today. I think there is something wrong with their air conditioning.
I did my stretching, then my rowing and then proceeded to push myself a whole lot harder than I did yesterday.45 minutes later and sweating profusely,I had pushed these old bones enough for one day.Or maybe not? So I jumped on the bike for another 15 minutes just to cool down.
A shower would have been nice when I got home. I could have thrown up a pot of coffee so once I got dressed,I could relax and have a few minutes to myself.
Or I could write,jump in the shower and hop on to what ever is next on my plate for the day.
Pushing myself,challenging myself and always taking on one more thing is a far better choice for me than sitting back and letting that old feeling get the better of me.